Praying with Fringes 2/5/2014 – that music that has been playing since you were born

Read this poem: from Gregory Orr Ask the tree or the house; Ask the rose or the fire Hydrant - everything’s Waiting for you to notice. Everything’s waiting for you To wrap your heart around it. That music has been playing Since you were born. You must be mad to resist it. Always the beloved … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 2/5/2014 – that music that has been playing since you were born

Praying with Fringes 12/05/2013 – this bank on which the living gather

[This is what was bequeathed to us] Gregory Orr This is what was bequeathed us: This earth the beloved left And, leaving, Left to us. No other world But this one: Willows and the river And the factory With its black smokestacks. No other shore, only this bank On which the living gather. No meaning … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 12/05/2013 – this bank on which the living gather