rain on me
today was a rainy day
to which the rain
never fully committed
the mist loitered
without purpose
the showers were
scattered unfocused
rather than pelting
me as i walked
the moisture wafted
like a parachutist
blown off course
putting the whether
in weather
in it all I found
companions
in the raindrops
knowing I was not
the only who felt
a little off my game
there’s more than
one way to fall
and to land
not all clouds
speak in storm
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