All the Wonders

Today it happened. The issue of Alive Now arrived. I read the Managing Editor's introduction inside the front cover and the "Last Page"...

Grief sneaks up on me, cunningly disguising itself so I can't see it coming. Or maybe I see through its costumes and just don't want to...

Thirty years ago today I joined the staff of The Upper Room as assistant editor of Alive Now magazine. I was awarded the generous,...

It's not fair of me To tell you (or anyone) How to feel. We all must find our own ways Through these days. But let me share that This...

Wondering what the sunrise will bring. A hint of pink And then, gone. Oh, so you will tease me This day. From the kitchen window I see a...

Last week we gathered As United Methodists, As Episcopalians, As clergy and lay, As people with different opinions On the politics of the...

I am powerless to ignore The endless chatter of The News. The pre- and post-disasters, The Shocking Revelations, The dire forecasts And...

The scientists say We are more alike Than we are different Our genetic code Shows that we all Have the same mother From whom we have...

I saw the moon setting As I drove to work Early this morning. It hung over the horizon, Round and orange, Its beauty suspended Over the...

I come to the water, Broken, Depleted, Full of sadness. By the shore, I set my burdens down And paddle away Into the still beauty of the...

If you knew all of me, Would you still be my friend? Would you respect me, think highly of me, love me? Or would you count me as...

I usually wake up early, Turn on the news, And go back to sleep. This morning I was shocked awake By the news of further violence. The...

I wrote this prayer a few weeks ago in the aftermath of the Orlando shooting. Since then, there was the attack in the Istanbul airport...

Beautiful bluebells. The midges of Scotland. Fish and chips in Oban. Kilchurn Castle on Loch Awe. Awesome.

Wee cottage in the East Princes Gardens. I wonder who lives here? I could live here and watch the people Walking by on Sunday afternoon....

Bless these hearts So tender and fragile, So easily broken, Bruised, torn. Bless these hearts That beat in compassion and hurt, In love...

For ten years I had broadcast love To the purple clematis Climbing the mailbox At Ace, the bird dog's house. I watched for it to sprout,...

What is this age thing? Numbers signifying time. Judgments from society, from my "committee" About the meaning of each new year?...

This tree, My companion In the front yard. You are the filter Through which I watch The winter sky. Sunrises, stars, The sliver of a moon...

We wake up to the news Of another terrorist attack. Ordinary people doing ordinary things. Lives changed forever. This place seems so far...