From Rainer Maria Rilke’s ‘The Prodigal Son Returns’:
‘Sometimes he would spend whole nights in tears beneath that starry dome, longing to be filled with such rays himself.
Alan E. Lewis on the prayers of Holy Saturday
“Is not all prayer designed for Easter Saturday, the product of confusion, emptiness, and grief? Prayer is desperation translated into
A second poem for Good Friday
If you had really wanted to be strong,
you would not have come from a woman’s womb.
For messiahs
Rebecca Bratten Weiss on Holy Thursday and the carnivalesque
This is a simply wonderful article by my friend Rebecca Bratten Weiss on our final approach to Easter. I would
The resplendent light of advent
My thoughts have been devoted a lot recently, through Advent and now especially during the Christmas season, on the “light”
(Untitled)
There is a risk for any religion that looks to accomplished events as its foundation. The word once unexpectedly spoken
(Untitled)
The end of the first reading from today’s Office of Readings has been on my mind a lot today
(Untitled)
A little quote for the day, by the lovely and incomparable Dorothy Sayers:
“The people who hanged Christ never, to
