November 2008


bronzy cypress

From the Wakener of Purpose
From the Caller of Compassion
I take my song this Winter morning.

– Caitlin Matthews, Celtic Devotional

bull eating cake

Bull Eating “Cake”

It’s been nice for me,
the big white, Charolais, bull
staying in the barnyard these weeks,
in from the pasture,
mending an injured shoulder.
Munches on a big round hay bale
that may way a ton,
yet he nudges it
and it moves.
Curls his neck into it and scratches himself,
the bale rocking back and forth.
He likes cake best
and hollers for it,
(I can feel the rumblings vibrate the floor
and enter my chest,
even inside the house)
then he growls
when it isn’t immediately forthcoming.
He walks over to the fence,
his enormous head reaching to me
as I feed the cats.
He seems gentle,
and is,
but so strong,
I resist the urges to reach out and pet him.
I stand looking into his open eyes,
sending him every good intention
that his shoulder heal,
because if it doesn’t soon,
he’ll be heading to town,
never to see the pasture again.

Gentle Bull

November Sky

For my son Will,
mother, father, sisters, cousins.
For friends,
community.
For water, shelter, food.
For the opportunity to live
on the prairie
under this wide swathe of sky.
For the sun’s appearance in the morning
and colorful disappearance in the evening;
the ability to see the stars at night.
For Kye,
Maisy, Joe,
birds,
animals.

For seekers and finders who share:
Beatrice Bruteau,
Eckhart Tolle,
Thomas Berry,
Briane Swime,
Wes Jackson,
Benedicta,
Elizabeth.
For the vision and work of the General Board of Global Ministry
of the United Methodist Church.
For Deaconesses and Home Missioners.
For the courage, intelligence and heart of Barack Obama.
For hoping again.

For the discovery
that God is love
and we are too.
For the chance to live it
now that I know…

I give thanks.

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