Germantown

This is the first real travel since Covid began its long and challenging visit. I arrived two days ago in the City of Brotherly love, and have been settling in to a routine of prayer and discovery here in Germantown. I’m in Saint Margaret’s House at Saint Luke’s Church in Germantown. I am here as

Seven

Closing a day outwardly silent and inwardly raucous I strode through the island cemetery, eyes in motion from earth to sky, water to land, past to present, life to death to life and then, you; you whom I do not know and have not met you whose life here in its wholeness came and concluded

On celebrating life and facing death

There is Irish folk music playing in the next room as I begin to write this morning. This is the heritage of my childhood and adolescence. Every Saturday our home (and the yard outside through Dad’s ‘transistor radio’ (!) was filled with the sounds of traditional instruments and familiar voices singing songs that had become

The Irpin Pietá 2022

The agony of humanity Is oft times captured In one image, one cry, one word. Today A mother and two children Lying lifeless on the streets of Ukraine. A moment before, moving through the world Perhaps seeking refuge Or running for cover Perhaps crying for the absence of a husband and father gone to fight