Category: Reflection
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Claiming Our Baggage
Just like opening up a suitcase, even travel preparation can help us unpack some baggage!
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A Periwinkle Parable
Our home has a hill out that slopes downward from the front yard into the drainage ditch. Water flows off of everyone’s yards into these ditches and flows under each driveway through corrugated metal pipe. It’s a good system, I suppose, except for the mowing hazard it presents. Using a push mower on this hill…
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“Here is Your God”
The first reading this Sunday is Isaiah 35:4-7 and begins with the bold acclamation: Say to those who are of a fearful heart, “Be strong, do not fear!Here is your God. He will come with vengeance,with terrible recompense. He will come and save you.” In the words of Sam and Dave, God says, “Hold on, I’m coming…” In…
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Embracing God’s Presence: Care, Attention, and Sharing
Now!Give heed!I am teaching: Observe,live,enter… The God of your ancestors is giving you… Keep the Lord your God,observe diligently…show wisdom and discernment. Surely, is god so near…whenever we call. Care,and watch closely.Neither forget the thingsyour eyes have seen,nor let them slip –Make them known! Reading this poem after I’d gone through the blackout poetry process…
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Echoes
Sometimes, the echoesreverberate so thunderously they threaten to drown outthe pleasant conversation at hand. © Annabelle P. Markey This poem came to mind while I was praying and walking on Friday, August 16. It’s a meditation on those moments when the “coulda, shoulda, woulda” voices rise unbidden in an overwhelming crescendo. In those moments, which inevitably…
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Ripe
It takes time for the oblate berries to reach their matte indigo hue, basking in the June sun. They’re so tempting thoughwhen they’re almost therehaving warmed from pale greento bright, maroon-ish purple. Sure,they’ll darken morein the berry bowl but they will always bepuckeringly tart. If only I have the experience, foresight,will,patience,to hold on –one…day…more… Oh!How sweet the taste! © Annabelle P. Markey
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Early Morning Walking Poems
Two poems written while walking around on retreat at Holy Cross Abbey in Berryville, VA.
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Poems from On High
Each of these five poems was written on a recent flight from Washington, DC to Colorado, inspired by the view of the landscape below from 30,000+ feet. Golden thread of silt and commerceCities strung like pearlsAlong your banksWhere do you go?Where is your beginning?To what end do you flow? Fossilized dinosaur spinesor maybe…branching treesreclining for…
Journeying Together 