Nations have a life of their own, behaving in ways few individuals would. Maybe remembering the angel of the collective can bring out our best.
Read moreGathered to Our People
Today is ten years since my mother’s death, and the haunting is sweet. She is gathered into me like Jacob was gathered into his people. The ancestors are in us. We are ancestors too. What traits and traumas, what hope or despair, openness of heart or resilience of spirit, will be gathered from us into those who come after?
Read moreSea of Tears
The truth is I no longer even know what I’m crying about. At this point, I seem just to be yielding to the big blur of suffering.
Read moreThis Night of Truce
On this first night of truce, a prayer for more and more.
Read morePrenant Parti ("Taking Sides" – French translation)
John Molineux’s French translation of “Taking Sides.”
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