It could be that God has absconded but spread, as our vision and understanding of the universe have spread, to a fabric of spirit and sense so grand a...
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An anchorite’s hermitage is called an anchor-hold; some anchor-holds were simple sheds clamped to the side of a church like a barnacle to a rock. I th...
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Knowing you are alive is watching on every side your generation's short time falling away as fast as rivers drop through air, and feeling it hit.
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Private life, book life, took place where words met imagination without passing through the world.
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You can live as a particle crashing about and colliding in a welter of materials with god, or you can live as a particle crashing about and colliding ...
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I am no scientist. I explore the neighbourhood. An infant who has just learned to hold his head up has a frank and forthright way of gazing about him ...
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I am sitting under a sycamore by Tinker Creek. I am really here, alive on the intricate earth under trees. But under me, directly under the weight of ...
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The universe that suckled us is a monster that does not care if we live or die--it does not care if it itself grinds to a halt. It is a beast running ...
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I am a frayed and nibbled survivor in a fallen world, and I am getting along. I am aging and eaten and have done my share of eating too. I am not wash...
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The answer must be, I think, that the beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. The least we can do is try to be there.
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I am a fugitive and a vagabond, a sojourner seeking signs.
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I am a sacrifice bound with cords to the horns of the world's rock altar, waiting for worms. I take a deep breath, I open my eyes. Looking, I see ther...
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At the time of Lewis and Clark, setting the prairies on fire was a well-known signal that meant, ‘Come down to the water.’ It was an extravagant gestu...
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An acre of poppies and a forest of spruce boggle no one’s mind. Even ten square miles of wheat gladdens the hearts of most . . . No, in the plant worl...
