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Ordinary time: Learning to listen
To the lines
that set up the line
that everyone remembers
Fear and vanity run ahead
To set their traps
Ink
Shadow passing over
the fate of the tree
Pruning, seeking
No less of the maple
Just more of the sky
Sorrow, she brightens
When Hope takes her hand
The man who has seen it all knows
I pointed out the spill:
Did he want to change his shirt?
“Don’t worry about it, Tim.
It’s part of the design.”
Ethics
Why does the good always have to sit with all the rest?
You’re always having to fish it out of the pile –
everything a mess and a jumble!
Re. Lent
Cookies are not what’s standing
between me and God
Storm at sea
We fail to note
He’s in the boat
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