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In a moment ... 1 Corinthians 15:52 Wasted fifteen minutes and more watching a loon this early autumn afternoon. Just sat there on the hindmost step of our flight down [...]

Come and have breakfast ... It's those familiar scenes beyond the hollowed tomb-- the sudden surprise meeting with the gardener who knows my name-- that sunset sabbath journey, approaching stranger, [...]

Blessings on Stephanie Paulsell for her eloquent, down-to-earth hymn to creation and creativity ('My mother's typewriter,' Oct. 20). J. Barrie Shepherd Scarborough, [...]

This Lent Focus on the silences, this time around, the changes in the light, the way the sun breaks through, and last night's frost arrays itself, the liquid shapes the [...]

Easter alone There is something to be said for solitary. Those initial appearances, you may recall, were not made before acclaiming throngs with sounding brasses, immaculate ranks of lilies, golden [...]

Forest snowfall Before sunrise It is as if the light that is to come had taken on a flake-like form and substance laid itself, in silhouette, along, against, the windward [...]

Ash mark Thumb-born across the temples, Earth's smear, in all the surface brush and shove, wipes speedily away. But to those who bear the season, who wear the stark and [...]

Strange, how we all seemed to find our way back here, after yesterday's horror and shame; back to this upstairs chamber filled with dark corners, old gestures of brokenness, sad [...]

Tocsin 'a warning; an omen ...' (American Heritage Dictionary) Here on Maine's rocky coast we should not be too surprised to hear the occasional shrill melody, a sandpiper, perhaps, or [...]

Imposter? This smudge and smear of ash feels smooth and soft--the brush of feathers, angel's wing--the lightest, slightest touch to have to bear upon my brow. With all that lies [...]

Bethsaida (John 5:1-9) These waters, I must trouble for myself, in an age of the absence of angels, as I plunge, first of the day to break the lambent surface [...]

Bench on the bluff Scarborough, Maine Skerries we called them back on Scotland's black and jagged coastline, these far-ranging rows of age-old rock stretching parallel to the shore and descending, [...]

Fair exchange mid April--Maine Gun metal gray the sky this morning and along the shore at dead low tide an on-shore wind blows spume across the wave tops. Rain before [...]

Disposal of the body So Jesus' wealthy friends did prove useful in the end. All four narratives seem to agree on this. Joseph, after all--the one from Arimathea, not his [...]

The station band RAF Binbrook--1953 We practiced at 'The Decontam'-- clumsy name for an ugly place--bare concrete rooms buried beneath a protective pyramid mound of soil, turf, and God knows [...]