Dec 4, 2016 | Advent, Rusten Walter Harris
“He comes to make his blessings flow Far as the curse is found” Where has the curse not touched or spoiled? Where are his blessings bound? Pestilence, thorns Pollution and greed Infest and choke the farmer’s soil With tired movements against high...
Dec 3, 2016 | Advent, Bible Story, Rusten Walter Harris, Unrhymed Other
In December My memory returns To a small room Near a stairwell The Galleria Uffizi in Florence Alone and in the darkest Of the galleria’s chambers Benefial’s “The Massacre of the Innocents” Hangs Set apart from the well lit halls The painting:...
Dec 2, 2016 | Advent, Rusten Walter Harris, Unrhymed Other, Winter
Behold in liturgical time Both natural and ecclesial The bowing of the trees The lifting of the hands The giving of the leaves The enacting of nativity The gowning of the ground in white The singing of the old hymns The fasting of the daylight The reciting of ancient...
Dec 1, 2016 | Advent, Rusten Walter Harris
In Matthew’s gospel Three sets of fourteen generations wait for jubilee – The final freeing of the slaves. Will the debt that buries the brow of every seed of Eve in sweat and blood be paid? Will the exiles be brought back -and restored? The mystery of the...
Nov 9, 2016 | Advent, The Work of Greater Minds
Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all...
Dec 21, 2015 | Advent, Chiastic, Gus Stevens, Seasons, Winter
Long lay the world in sin and error pining Till he appeared and the soul felt it’s worth. A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoicing For yonder breaks, a new and glorious morn. -John Sullivan Dwight All the nations grope about in the dark to find...
