Rachel’s Weeping and Our Response
During the Christmas season we are confronted by two texts that not only speak to, but seem to arise out of, the grief that has swept this country in the wake of the mass murder of children and care-giving women in Newtown. Thus says Yahweh: A voice is heard in Ramah, lamentation and bitter weeping. [...]
The Tucson Atrocity
Like you I have been trying to get hold of my emotions and order my thoughts in the wake of the atrocity last week in Tucson. Indeed, it was not a tragedy, in which a well-intentioned person brings ruin upon him or herself by actions with unforeseen consequences. It was an atrocity – an attack [...]

wood upon a lathe, these poems are word-turnings that reveal the inner grain of our human experience. They are bowls to catch our turnings of memory, conversion, falling in love, and passing through our seasons and the wrenching turns that mark our lives. Above all these turnings are a shout of praise, a murmur of wonder, a turning away from life as usual, a merciful re-turning to the songs, images and stories that move our lives.
Red Clay, Blood River