Imperfection is the place where the spirit enters,
the small hole in your shirt, the loosening threads
of carpet, the ache in your soul for forgiveness.
Phyllis Tickle 7-06-2008
Lisa Samson 6-13-2008
When a Eucharist of Humility is Rejected
by Lisa Samson
A dead cold body hung on a tree.
I came to feast; I [...]
Daniel Skach-Mills 12-01-2007
My breath pluming white into December
could, to God, be incense rising out
of the puffing thurible of my body.
Up here, it’s impossible to tell for the fog