Chickadee :: A Poem for the Third Sunday of Advent
There are a few lucky – or perhaps I should say patient – people out there who have felt this half ounce of joy in the palm of their hand. It is a m...
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Joy to broken worlds
The third Sunday of Advent approaches. Some of us come to the pink candle with lighthearted laughter, sped on our journey by the jocund Spirit of Christmas itse...
The Deepest Secret of Joy
The bread is warm, and the coffee is fresh, and morning prayer is sung by a cooing six-month old. Outside the rain is pounding and drumming, but inside we are s...