The White Sail

The laughing Kit Carson doll bothers the young Oglala Sioux waiting for the bus
The Ghost Dancer seemingly ignores the bulldozer getting closer

The season for giving is all about taking
Johnny, you must learn how to lose as well

The white sail looked like the Pope's hat for a moment
St. Peter has some keys in his hands, not John or Andrew or Matthew or Luke etc..

I saw my neighbor feeding a Spanish squirrel this morning
It sat at his front door waiting for more seed, my neighbor is Cuban.

Only a few more days till God takes on flesh again in the Universal celebration
The funny thing about it all is the amazing wildfire burning just beneath the surface

The visions of Johanna moved Bob to sing about them
Inspiration is brief sporadic and rare..said Rabbi Heschel

"There is a voice that sounds like God to me.."--Leonard Cohen
"The Big Emptiness, we're never done with this."--The Wineskins

Last night we ate steak so tasty I miss it this morning
Glenn should have been a chef, or maybe a chief.

Grace danced in the den to a new Wineskins song called "The Girl Next Door"
Isn't it amazing how grace is always dancing to the song our lives compose?

wkm
nashville
for Natalie, Olivia, and Grace

The Big Emptiness

 

you know this

you feel this

can tell this

 

wake up every morning

mind racing with warning

 

The Big emptiness

We're never done with this

From the time we can reason

We live and move in the season

of The Big Emptiness

 

A God shaped hole

Heaven's Hound hunts souls

 

punch a hole in the wall

success won't help at all

 

The Big emptiness

We're never done with this

From the day we can reason

We are filled with this feeling

The Big Emptiness

 

bridge:

 

please don't imagine

after a moment of believing

The big emptiness simply goes away forever

 

It's a daily count to seven

to take and give love from heaven

takes a mind of struggle, and a broken heart of care

 

The Big emptiness

We're never done with this

From the day we can reason

We wrestle with this feeling

The Big Emptiness

 

wkm

Oxford Ms

for Fr. Barron

Loved Ones

 

The light in the hallway keeps flickering..think about it.

I love the sound of the dog door flap flapping, there is life in this house

 

Without the occasional sickness where would we be? she said.

It was good being in the hospital all day, not good ha ha..just good to be there for loved ones

 

I often wonder this time of year how the Virgin Mary felt about the census being called,..

having to ride a donkey being 9 months pregnant, in the freezing cold from Nazareth to Bethlehem...bet it was frustrating.

 

Prayer is not about changing God's mind.. she said.

That's why even when dreams don't come true Joy finds a way anyway..she added.

 

Frost on the ground this morning and the Crow Community has filled the naked Pecan trees..

Clothing them with a black robe of feathers..they are so black! As dark as midnight without a moon..

 

Christopher Hitchens knows now whether he was right or not...

I hope mercy for all believers and non believers..he said, making the sign of the cross while taking a swig of Dogfish ale.

 

wkm

Oxford Ms

for hope.

 

 

 

 

 

Timing

We wait in Advent..
Advent-ure continues..
The story never gets old
but the waiting sure does.
Learning to laugh in the waiting..
to pray in the waiting..
to love in the waiting..
to embrace frustration in the waiting..
to trust in the waiting..
waiting to see something never seen
to taste something never tasted
to feel something never felt
to laugh with the joy of detachment...
not needing so much we thought we did..
not so much of this or that..
and then..
He comes in some kind of unexplainable way.
and the waiting begins again..

wkm
nashville
for stjoftc

Wind

When the wind stopped blowing it was quiet

When the wind stopped blowing

at least for a moment it stopped blowing.

For a little while all I heard was the ringing..

that ceasless tone in my ear,

which somehow has become a blessing,

instead of a curse..

The clothes in the dryer are tumbling with a metal sound..

must have left some change in the pockets..

clean money.

Is there even such a thing?

This morning the woods were cold

the winter grass crunched beneath my boots.

A fox ran through the woods and Jack chased him,

for about 50 yards

then realized he was not going to catch this red bolt of lightning.

I whistled and we walked on..

then the wind started to blow again

Is the answer in it Bob?

Is it whispering Mary Jimmy?

 

wkm

Oxford Ms

Where's Rilke?

The Blues

We control nothing in this life,
except one thing..
and even this one thing is suspect..
Our response to people's words, actions, and..
nature.
If you are an emotional person,
which I understand personally,
your response can seem odd to the less-emotional..
can seem overboard, rude, or nuts..
None of us really know how anyone else sees us..
not the nearest person in our life,
not the most distant person.
How we see someone and judge them is singly our take..
How they see and judge us is singly theirs..
plank vs. speck
It's where one of the great struggles to care or not takes place
how we judge we will be how we are judged..
which could be what inspired the Blues..
listen to the lyrics.

wkm
nashville

Kind

Yesterday, Jack and I walked among forgotten graves.
We followed Scott, a good friend, out to his beautiful 55 acres of hard wood..
Where we found a pond, and a cabin he built.
Basically, heaven on earth.
After a few sniffs and a growl or two..
Jack ran with his two dogs like old friends,
Cool wind and barren woods,
trails made by deer smoothed pine straw and tracks in the soft clay.
This part of Mississippi is called "Hill Country".
It is.
Great for working up a sweat.
I am sure of one thing,
walking in the woods is a good thing.
Scott is a thankful man.
He and his boys are kind.
He has a kind family.
He took us on a tour of the entire property,
and we ended up walking among forgotten graves..
Tombstones sprinkled sparsely throughout a section of winter poplar..
"Carr" and "Freeman" names on ancient stones,
dates from the turn of the 20th century.
Civil war veterans, black families, all buried together.
all forgotten until now..
Scott is going to get the kids from the Parish to come out and clean it up..
Giving honor to the memory of people long since crossed over..
a good and kind thing to do.

wkm
Oxford