there is no such
thing as silence
in the calm
of any quiet
you can hear
hearts breaking
dreams dying
thanks giving
sadness singing
hope harmonizing
losses mounting
faith enduring
grace pervading
love crashing in
listen closely
listen . . .
for your name
your name
mine, too
Peace,
Milton
Two Sundays ago, one of the men in our church stopped me after worship and asked if I wanted to be on the Christmas Tree Committee. Before I committed, I asked what it involved and he said, “Meet here next Saturday morning to go cut down the tree and put it up in the front…
One of my Facebook friends here in Guilford posted this picture of the sunset blurred by the ash of the fires on the other side of the country. scattered the east coast sunset looks like the west african haze of the harmattan but our sun is not muted by the desert dust but by the…
I can tell by watching the clip that it happened a long time ago–1996 to be exact–but I saw it for the first time this week: Patti LaBelle singing “This Christmas” at the National Christmas Tree Lighting and getting to the part where the background singers are supposed to sing, “This Christmas,” but nobody sings….
My friend Nathan Brown is a poet. For a living. And he’s good. At the beginning of the pandemic, he began something called the Fire Pit Sessions on his Facebook page, which grew out of his invitation for people to commission poems about life in these days. He then began to come on every night…
One of my favorite Advent songs comes from Tom Petty. the waiting is the hardest part every day you see one more card you take it on faith, you take it to the heart the waiting is the hardest part Though the baby he’s talking to in the song has nothing to do with Bethlehem,…
there are nights we sit down to dinner because we need to eat. then there are nights — like this — where we sit down together because we need each other long before we even take a bite, feeling as crushed as garlic, hoping to find a taste of the patience that built the sauce,…
i’m listening
Thanks.
Milton, you are firing on all pins, my friend…
(As I tell my mom–who is an incredible artist at 80–You know? If you keep practicing…)
Thanks, Nathan. Here’s to practicing.
Peace
Milton