The language of Creation is Divine Love.
#AdventWord #Fulfill
#AdventWord #Justice
Never forget that justice is what love looks like in public. ––Cornell West
#AdventWord #Path
For a path to be a path, you have to be able to see it, or at least catch glimpses of it, every so often. And for that to happen, somebody needs to have walked it ahead of you. We [might] not be able to see them, but here and there they have left a sign: a shoe or a boot abandoned in the muck, something they have dropped, a pile of stones, a depression in the grass, a way marker inscribed with an arrow pointing the way – or simply the holiness of their lives. –Br. James Koester, Society…
#AdventWord #Soul
In my canticle of creation, the bayou is my brother and the cypress trees are my soul sisters. Their spring song is all tender, feathery green. The summer verse features solos by birds too varied and plentiful to number, embellished by inaudible (you must listen carefully!) trills of dragonfly and damselfly niads climbing the trunks to break forth as winged jewels, leaving impossibly small exoskeletons now split down the back but clinging to the bark long after the life they sheltered has departed. In autumn, the throats of my sisters deepen to coppery red and gold, transforming the dark surface…
Edge & Essence 