lenten journal: between noon and three
between noon and three
I sit quietly
I waited for words
but they chose
to be quiet
what is there
to say?
Peace,
Milton
between noon and three
I sit quietly
I waited for words
but they chose
to be quiet
what is there
to say?
Peace,
Milton
I have a growing list of words and phrases I have collected from things I have read and heard. I am hoping to use them as kindling for a poetry book. Tonight, I offer one of the poems to you. The inciting phrase is “the compliment of your curiosity.” Here is what it set to…
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“Metaphors in Motion”—Mark 11:1-11 A Sermon for First Church of Christ, Congregational of East Haddam, Connecticut Palm Sunday, March 25, 2018 When we talk about it, we make it sound like a parade: Jesus’ “triumphal entry” into Jerusalem. We picture crowds lining the streets, even throwing down their garments like a red carpet, waving palm…
The string of cancellations that crowded my afternoon undid several of my spring rituals–March Madness and Opening Day for the Red Sox, to name the two most significant. It looks like it will be a while before I get to use #itsnextyear as I post about whatever the Sox do that gives me indefatigable hope….
Because my Lenten practice is to write everyday, I have found that means I must also read. I need to find fellow travelers — generally those who have walked the road ahead of me leaving something of a path to follow. What cooking and theology share in common is there’s not much that is…
we gathered for dinner on this penultimate thursday because this is the night that we eat dinner together for no other reason than we eat dinner together. fourteen around the table— a couple more than were there the night Jesus broke the bread, poured the wine and spilt his love all over his friends, hoping…
Peace be with you, Milton.Thank you for your ministry.❤
Thanks for taking me along on your Lenten journey
Phyllis
these words! Less is definitely more. Peace to you this day
Love and Peace, Milton.