Happy Advent!

The generative light of the Spirit enfolds you
Escorting the noble Christ, mirror image of the Father.
The door of the sacred house was firmly barred
But now your Prince steps o’er the threshold.Holy Mother and Child canvas print

This is my own translation of the second stanza of Verbum Salutis Omnium, a 10th century Advent hymn. It will appear on my Christmas cards this year.

Advent is easily my favorite time of year. Christmas itself can be overwhelming, but I love the gentle buildup of hope that defines Advent.

There’s still time to purchase art, such as this canvas print. It would make a lovely gift or a beautiful decoration for your home.

For Charlottesville

There was a huge white supremacist march in Charlottesville, VA today. Counter protesters showed up, and someone drove a car into them. At least one of them is dead, and at least 19 are injured. The governor has declared a state of emergency.

Sorrowful Heart, 2017

Sorrowful Heart, 2017

These are the only words that feel appropriate right now: “The Mother of God stands weeping beneath the Cross…. She sheds many tears as she gazes on the face of her tortured Son. With devout mouth she kisses the red wounds of Jesus; with both arms she clasps His shoulders and sides.”

This is from part of a poem entitled The Sorrows of the Virgin which appeared in the book, The Imitation of Mary, by Thomas a Kempis.


The stars are unreachable to youOcean of Love
but I can see them in you
feel the light like the warmth of a beating heart
Wherever I look, it is there
and in the looking, it is there too
in the very breath we breath
and in the breathing

The continuity that strings your past selves
present selves, future selves
the reconciliation of all possible selves
Known are the things you would hide from yourself
This is the goal at the end of your Quest
but it is here now in your seeking
There is no point of disconnect

If my words bring a tear to the corner of your eye
and a shiver to your breathing
then you already have the key that unlocked it all
but if I sound as a broken cymbal
or these words only make you laugh
then this key won’t work for you
or you don’t know how to use it yet

There is a kind of gravity that draws you
like a mother calling her child home
She calls the young and old, rich and poor
to the door of destiny
Humiliation, loss, physical danger
These are her words spoken out of compassion
Undoing all that you areLotus Dreaming

so that you can Become
Fight against it if you like
Cling to dissolving things
Deny your own transience
even to the moment of death
In the end we will awaken together
A void that dreamt of stars