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While walking the drive,A young eagle perched, upon a wood fence post.We neared, they flapped, only to land on the next post.Again and once again, post to post,Until the fenceline ended.
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Ordinary Tree and Bread
Today’s the last day of Christmas. Five weeks ago my family spent a day in the mountains choosing a tree for the mass of Christ and to make decorative wreaths. This morning the tree stands in the corner next to the dining table. Just as green and full of leaf as the day we began to decorate them. I like…
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The Unveiling
Pasture grass glistened from last night’s rain. As she circled, her amnionic sac protruded, then vanished. She laid back down. Head up, she chewed cud and rested. Overhead clouds broke. Angled light shafts scattered across the valley. Standing again she walked a few feet, looked to her rump, circled, then folded her legs and laid down, again. Clouds watched as…
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Everyday Christ
When I think of the second Sunday of Advent I tend towards thinking of place. Whether it is the traveling return to Bethlehem or a John of wilderness, the place of life intrigues. Place, be it the straw, feed, and animals of a stable or locusts, honey, and the river Jorden, draws us to creational intimacy. Where better…
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Apricot Leaf: Birth and Resurrection
Last night’s wind fell the last of the apricot leaves. Their fall ends a remarkable season. From spring birth to grounded resting they served us simple beauty, remarkable shade on a hundred-degree summer day, and protected their natural treed sibling: the apricot. Each year, fall apricot leaves teach me a little more about redemption. As the weather cools…
Chewing the Cud 