Edit Two

Edit Two

by | Poetry, Writing

The final round Of editing Feels like That sprint When your lungs burn And your legs wobble And you can see the finish line, But are gasping for hope and energy.   To undo What took so long to do Seems counterproductive.   In fact, Such editing Adds a patina...
Editing Process

Editing Process

by | Writing

    Like runners headed for the finish line, my coauthor and I enter the final sprint of editing our book: The Life of the Body: Physical Well Being and Spiritual Formation. Six months from now, the words being typed on my computer will show up on a shelf in...
Summer’s laughter

Summer’s laughter

by | Writing

Shovels linger in the peach tree’s shade. Juice cascades down my chin. I eat deliciousness as I Join in Summer’s laughter.             © Lane...
The Hope of Dirt

The Hope of Dirt

by | Poetry

  The shovel is my brother, a good companion as we play together in the dirt…   and I am bigger for hoping— as I dig, as I turn soil & a few worms upside down.   I imagine the tiny roots climbing low, low, low, while tiny shoots climb high, high,...
Being You

Being You

by | Writing

Be who God meant you to be and you will set the world on fire.                               St. Catherine of Siena As a contemplative, I pray to discern. I linger longer at the heart of Love to hear His call, His longing for me. A life of listening prayerfulness is...

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