A Transfiguration

Light across the cloud
The eye of God looking down
Changed when it meets me

 

Gregorian Chant: A Haiku

Ancient words now sung
Prayers chanted, incense rising
Candlelit stone walls


So many memories within cathedral walls. Chanted prayer always makes my heart soar. Gently, though, like a bird on the wing. Not garish as a jet.

A birthday meditation

Compline sung again
Mark another year of life
I am richly blessed

Listening to Compline



Sitting in dim light 

Not darkness, tranquil

People highlighted by shadow 

Candle’s energy dancing 

Upon faces, glinting eyes

Music carries words 

Deeper than where 

They’ll go

On their own power;

Calmness fills empty spots 

Within my soul

Refreshed and 

Birthed anew 


Seattle’s St. Marks cathedral has hosted compline for decades. Sung evening prayer has roots deep in Christian liturgy and the Anglican tradition. These speak to me deeply, especially in candlelit halls of stone.

Of Stars And God

We are made in God’s image
Glorious bits of star stuff
Pieces of the cosmos

A thought this Pentecost

The flames of Pentecost

Burning away greed and fear

A path before us

An Easter Message

As Easter message
Can we empty our own tombs?
Returning to life

Sidewalk Mandala 

Chalk art on sidewalks
So much like a mandala
Impermanence

My offering: a small prayer 

So much suffering 

Offering up a small prayer 

Holding back the tide?

Along the Ganges 

​In my mind’s eye

On the Ganges shore 

Sunlight rises from the east 

Comparative silence

As the city returns to life