caught by surprise
we say -- like a fly ball
or a base runner --
caught, perhaps
like a falling heirloom –
in the nick of time
but not tonight –
I was . . .
taken by surprise
like a hostage or
a dog from the shelter --
out of my routine
and off to the theater
by the dancer I know best
then we walked
under the lighted trees
as we always do --
to find the familiar
is so flush with wonder
is no surprise at all
Peace,
Milton
It’s getting down to crunch time in the baseball season, which means it doesn’t take much for my sermon to intersect with the Red Sox. Here’s what I said on Sunday. ________________________________ In the fall of 2004, I was the Associate Pastor of the First Congregational Church of
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Last week’s lectionary passage is one of my favorites. Here’s what I had to say on Sunday. __________________________ Right after Ginger and I got back from our trip to Durham last month, we noticed a plant that had sprung up along our back fence line. It was not there
I think this is the first time that thinking about prayer took me to both Robert Frost and ice hockey. Here’s my sermon for this week. ____________________________ My twelfth grade English teacher Ms. Morse is responsible, in part, for my love of poetry—particularly the poems of Robert Frost. When