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
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Praying with Fringes 02/17/2015 – snow-dreaming
Snow Fall May Sarton With no wind blowing It sifts gently down, Enclosing my world in A cool white down, A tenderness of snowing. It falls and falls like sleep Till wakeful eyes can close On all the waste and loss As peace comes in and flows, Snow-dreaming what I keep. Silence assumes the air … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 02/17/2015 – snow-dreaming
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 1/25/2015 – every ditch has been exalted
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 1/25/2015 – every ditch has been exalted
Praying with Fringes 1/24/2015 – a tenderness of snowing
Snow Fall May Sarton With no wind blowing It sifts gently down, Enclosing my world in A cool white down, A tenderness of snowing. It falls and falls like sleep Till wakeful eyes can close On all the waste and loss As peace comes in and flows, Snow-dreaming what I keep. Silence assumes the air … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 1/24/2015 – a tenderness of snowing
Praying with Fringes 02/15/2014
Snow Fall May Sarton With no wind blowing It sifts gently down, Enclosing my world in A cool white down, A tenderness of snowing. It falls and falls like sleep Till wakeful eyes can close On all the waste and loss As peace comes in and flows, Snow-dreaming what I keep. Silence assumes the air … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 02/15/2014
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 12/19/2013 – blessing each flake of snow
Manna Joseph Stroud Everywhere, everywhere, snow sifting down, a world becoming white, no more sounds, no longer possible to find the heart of the day, the sun is gone, the sky is nowhere, and of all I wanted in life – so be it – whatever it is that brought me here, chance, fortune, whatever … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 12/19/2013 – blessing each flake of snow
Praying with Fringes 12/13/2013 – in tangled script against the white
Shoveling Snow Kirsten Dierking If day after day I was caught inside this muffle and hush I would notice how birches move with a lovely hum of spirits, how falling snow is a privacy warm as the space for sleeping, how radiant snow is a dream like leaving behind the body and rising into that … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 12/13/2013 – in tangled script against the white
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
Fringes: a feminist, non-zionist havurah 