Religion
Evensong
Yesterday I saw the birthplace of William Blake, now a strip of concrete between an Indian restaurant and an expensive handbag store.
Collision
Ohio. Sunset at 5:23pm with temperatures deep below freezing. At a meeting in a church basement, I encountered a fine collision of the sacred and profane.
Midnight Mass
A warm and rainy Christmas in Ohio. Last night we scattered into the dark, where the streets were empty except for drunks and insomniacs, the penitent and devout.
Desert Cadence
Twentynine Palms. Sunset: 6:00pm. I heard about a woman who can tell you the future by deciphering the contrails of experimental military aircraft.
Future Church
Sunset: 6:20pm. A late spring day in October with a high of 72 degrees. More and more, I admire the imagery of Catholicism as a vocabulary of mourning.
Desert
No wonder so many religions began in the desert. The raptures and visions of the ancients were the most rational response to so much sky.