Praying with Fringes 11/10/2015 – I keep living in this world without a reference point

The Hands of Time Ellie Schoenfeld Everything moves at the speed of a lily and every day a million snowflakes melt on somebody's tongue. The hands of time travel across my skin and deliver their holy benediction. I keep living in this world without a reference point. At night I lay my head on my … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 11/10/2015 – I keep living in this world without a reference point

Praying with Fringes 11/08/2015 – all those compulsive timepieces

Clock Linda Pastan Sometimes it really upsets me— the way the clock’s hands keep moving, even when I’m just sitting here not doing anything at all, not even thinking about anything except, right now, about that clock and how it can’t keep its hands still. Even in the dark I picture it, and all its … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 11/08/2015 – all those compulsive timepieces

Praying with Fringes 11/05/2015 – If I stand here still stripped and bare

October nor'easter Marge Piercy Leaves rip from the trees still green as rain scuds off the ocean in broad grey scimitars of water hard as granite pebbles flung in my face. Sometimes my days are torn from the calendar, hardly touched and gone, like leaves too fresh still to fall littering sodden on the bricks. … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 11/05/2015 – If I stand here still stripped and bare

Praying with Fringes 11/04/2015 – It’s dark outside but I can read

All the Room I Need music and lyrics by Esther Golton http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yWT5IJ7Cusc I have all the room I need. My bed is wide enough for three. I can stand up tall and stretch my arms up high I can step outside and wander through the trees I have all the room I need. I have … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 11/04/2015 – It’s dark outside but I can read

Prayer with Fringes 11/03/2015 – the way one moment can be raised out of the river of our lives

from Giving Rocks to Rocks Ellen Bass and The Book of Hours Joyce Sutphen All: We lift one rough weight, making it sacred, the way one moment can be raised out of the river of our lives. Reader: There was that one hour sometime in the middle of the last century. It was autumn, and … Continue reading Prayer with Fringes 11/03/2015 – the way one moment can be raised out of the river of our lives

Praying with Fringes 11/01/2015 – Computations have been made by experts

“Good morning,” said the little prince. “Good morning,” said the merchant. This was the merchant who sold pills that had been invented to quench thirst. You need only swallow one pill a week, and you would feel no need of anything to drink. “Why are you selling those?” asked the little prince. “Because they save … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 11/01/2015 – Computations have been made by experts

Praying with Fringes 11/07/2014 – though the fall cold surrounds our warm bed

Bedtime Denise Levertov We are a meadow where the bees hum, mind and body are almost one as the fire snaps in the stove and our eyes close, and mouth to mouth, the covers pulled over our shoulders, we drowse as horses drowse afield, in accord; though the fall cold surrounds our warm bed, and … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 11/07/2014 – though the fall cold surrounds our warm bed