Monthly Archives: April 2019

In the lap of creation

National Poetry Month, Day 24  //  Because God rested after the six days of creation – so the story goes (Exod. 20:8-11) – we are to do the same, every seventh day of every week. Do nothing, the elders tell us, but let the work of God suffice without any contribution or meddling from us. […]

An authentic and heretical faith

National Poetry Month, Day 23  //  This one is just for fun, but the fun cloaks a profound authenticity. It’s attributed to a Catherine Madsen, but lots of Catherine Madsens show up in a Google search, and I haven’t a clue which one she is. I’d give her more credit of authorship if I could, […]

Live like the cricket

National Poetry Month, Day 22  //  There’s a story some preachers like to tell at this time of year. A preacher was taking his family to church one Easter morning, when his young daughter asked, “Dad, are you going to try to explain the resurrection, or are you just going to let people enjoy Easter?” […]

Easter, not where you think

It’s easy I think (though it seems not so easy for some), in the predawn birdsong of early spring, to pause in gratitude for the annual renewal of the earth. William Alexander Percy thought no one could listen long to that song, “A song so mystical and calm, / So full of certainties,” except on […]

Simply to fall on our knees

National Poetry Month, Day 21  //  Nothing sensory for me surpasses in glory the chorus of birdsong that rises in the predawn hours of early spring. As much as anything that bursts from the ground or buds from the greening branches of trees, and more than most, birdsong heralds the return of the season of […]

Celebrating the small, simple life

National Poetry Month, Day 20  //  I’m in the shrinking season of life. My circles of connection and influence are growing smaller, my responsibilities narrower, my horizons nearer. Logic tells me I ought to be grieving the losses; instead, I feel like I’m slipping into my favorite pair of jeans and slippers at the end […]

The gift of poetry

National Poetry Month, Day 19  //  One of my teachers in elementary school required my classmates and me to memorize poetry. I don’t know if teachers still do that – I doubt it – but it was the best gift she gave me and probably the reason she’s the only teacher from that time in […]

Eternity in a liter of milk

National Poetry Month, Day 18  //  The great baseball pitcher Satchel Paige, when asked by a reporter about an errant pitch he delivered into the dirt in front of home plate, replied, “In a billion years, when the world is a frozen snowball whirling through space, no one is going to remember that pitch,” or […]

Open your doors, open your eyes

National Poetry Month, Day 17  //  The greatest blessings in life are the commonest, and I’m blind to them usually because I look too high. I yearn for the big, unusual blessings and fail to see them precisely because the big ones are unusual. The common ones, the ones God loves to give, are most […]

Life as a shrine to meaning

National Poetry Month, Day 16  //  There’s more than one way to success. One of them is a competitive, triumphal, acquisitive way. Get the better job; win the promotion; drive a more luxurious car; move into a bigger house in a better neighborhood. “The one who dies with the most toys wins.” Then there is […]