ego – Barb, poet priest

Tree on a Rainy Sunday

Tree on a Rainy SundaySilver wet tree has drawn me near.Raindrops and tears anoint my face,washing me fresh inside and out:this is a sacrament today.Gray green on grey, the feathered leaves,lightly attached, are free to swirl,wafting elusive cleansing tang:this is soul remedy today.Touching the trunk, I flinch at scars,slashes some heedless ego made,yet strength andContinue reading “Tree on a Rainy Sunday”

Last of All and Servant of All

Last of All and Servant of All Pentecost 17, Mark 9:30-37 He taught them that the Son of Man would be betrayed by human hand. It seems he might have saved his breath: they could not bear his talk of death; they would not ask or understand. Instead they argued on the way, competing toContinue reading “Last of All and Servant of All”