Tuesday, June 15, 2010

And so it began...

Down by the river, under the trees, love waits for me
to walk from the journeying years of my time and arrive.
I part the leaves and they toss me a blessing of rain.

The river stirs and turns, consoling and fondling itself
with watery hands, its clear limbs parting and closing.
Grey as a secret, the heron bows its head on the bank.

I drop my past on the grass and open my arms, which ache
as though they held up this heavy sky, or had pressed
against window glass all night as my eyes sieved the stars;

open my mouth, wordless at last meeting love at last, dry
from traveling so long, shy of a prayer. You step from the shade,
and I feel love come to my arms and cover my mouth, feel

my soul swoop and ease itself into my skin, like a bird
threading a river. Then I can look love full in the face, see
who you are I have come this far to find, the love of my life.

---Carol Ann Duffy, Rapture

Dearest Friend---

For all that you have given me...for all the joy that you have brought into my life...for the miracle that God has wrought in bringing us together...I give thanks.

Sunday, June 06, 2010

Tell me again who is "interpreting" scripture?!

I woke up to find this piece from Thinking Anglicans in my reader:

Bishops and divorce

So +Rowan thinks that Jesus' plain words about divorce are negotiable, but not any of the other scriptural referents to homosexuality?

Veddy interesting.....

Jasper says to tell you all that hypocrisy reeks. And not in a good way.