The Spiritual Hospital

May 18, 2013 § 1 Comment

DoveSome stood with their arms raised, some laid out on the chairs like they were soaking in the sunlight, one painted at the back of the room, one put her forehead to the ground.

“Jesus” “Jesus” I hear in the breath of others.
“Blessing, honor, power, glory.” « Read the rest of this entry »

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Chaos vs Order – Survival vs Sacrifice

April 24, 2013 § Leave a comment

chaos and orderAbout a year ago I took an Astronomy class to satisfy one of the science requirements for an Associates degree. I watched The Privileged Planet in hopes that it would help me with my Astronomy test. Myke and I had an interesting conversation to follow – chaos vs order. « Read the rest of this entry »

Come, Hear, Do…A Response

March 20, 2013 § 4 Comments

Mixed media by Tatum Hart

Mixed media by Tatum Hart

Rarely do I act on my desire to thank those who have invested in me – especially the women. « Read the rest of this entry »

A Philisophical Attempt

March 15, 2013 § 3 Comments

thinker“Did you know that evil doesn’t exist?”

“How so?”

“Well, since darkness is the absence of light, it can’t be measured. So evil doesn’t exist.”

“Hmm. What about the acts of people who rape women and abuse children?”

Pause. “Lesser forms of good.”

We sat next to each other with our dinner plates in our lap, watched the muted commercials which followed a segment of our favorite sitcom, both relieved to be home after fighting the traffic from work. Just as casually as the conversation came, it left. « Read the rest of this entry »

Anatomy of Faith, three parts

March 12, 2013 § Leave a comment

I

Wall paper clings to the room like skin
The ceiling is like the face of an owl

Gold swirls methodical, militant lines and
Rows like faces
Pointy chins
Gargoyle palms
Ornate masks
Silent, pendant, on the light –
The legs of tables end in carved paws, sharp tendons. The air smells musty and all the furniture is oversized – the heavy velvet drapes don’t sway, they hang like an
Innocent figure in death, all the faces in the walls look on their glory.

Vessel cracked, sleek panes
We watch.
At the edge of the earth,
Hot breathy sigh
Bitterly quenched

The room shivers, seizing, torn in two the space that divides

II

My eyes are scales, flakey and dim –

I am cared for by those suspicious of me
I was charging, murderous, seething
Rogue zeal
I am
A Villain

I pursue those belonging to the Way
I haul their bodies through the streets
I hate
Because I believed
In figures clad like jewels – villains.

III

bell-elemsEach time I drive over a pot hole, my brain knocks around in my skull
Side to side – resounding
The anatomy of bell parts
I am
Like a bell
Crown
With ears and eyes
Neck
Shoulder
Dome
Decorative Belts
Head of tongue and staple
A strike point
Body – Skirt
Reverberating knowledge I have been told – the way I am struck – how I absorb
A beating

My axis sways
Between spirit and flesh
A stubborn defeat

I am being conformed to Him.

An Image of whom, there is always someone
Standing by who’ll tell you
New and improved theologies for a new and improved Jesus

The Axis
Who shook the world.

St. Martin De Tours, Day 2

February 24, 2013 § 2 Comments

There’s a weight associated with religion – a literal weight, the robes, the scarves, the beads, not to mention the weight religion bears on the soul. « Read the rest of this entry »

St. Martin De Tours, Day 1

February 24, 2013 § Leave a comment

In September of 2011, I was still working fulltime at a non-profit agency and made a commitment to pray over my lunch hour for thirty days since there were many petitions I couldn’t keep straight in my mind and I felt overwhelmed emotionally and depleted spiritually. « Read the rest of this entry »

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