Praying with Fringes 02/06/16 – and the earth has a new language

Snow Lisel Mueller Telephone poles relax their spines, sidewalks go under. The nightly groans of aging porches are put to sleep. Mercy sponges the lips of stairs. While we talk in the old concepts- time that was, and things that are- snow has leveled the stumps of the past and the earth has a new … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 02/06/16 – and the earth has a new language

Praying with Fringes 1/26/2015 – the snow in great sheets across the yard

The Slate Grey Junco Barbara Crooker with his immaculate bib, sooty jacket, bobs in the snow for sunflower seeds. Caught between two needs, hunger and shelter, he keeps coming back, even as the arctic wind which has howled all day shuttles him like the cock in a badminton game, wind that rattles the windows, shakes … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 1/26/2015 – the snow in great sheets across the yard

Praying with Fringes 01/22/2014 – the next morning over the frozen world

How Many Nights Galway Kinnell How many nights have I lain in terror, O Creator Spirit, maker of night and day, only to walk out the next morning over the frozen world, hearing under the creaking snow faint, peaceful breaths... snake, bear, earthworm, ant... and above me a wild crow crying 'yaw, yaw, yaw' from … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 01/22/2014 – the next morning over the frozen world

Praying with Fringes 12/11/2013 – and the earth has a new language

from Snow Lisel Mueller Telephone poles relax their spines; sidewalks go under. The nightly groans of aging porches are put to sleep. Mercy sponges the lips of stairs. While we talk in the old concepts--- time that was, and things that are--- snow has leveled the stumps of the past and the earth has a … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 12/11/2013 – and the earth has a new language