May we remember the belonging that is ours simply because we were born.

There was an audible gasp when they heard he* was gone A whoosh of air that sounded exactly like the bottom falling out of his mother’s** world the winds of mortality brushing his father’s** face the last breath of a kind soul All the years of struggle have settled into silence: Unsought,...

A quick flash that makes you doubt your senses— But then a tiny ember glows on the braided twine And brings a flame to life. Soon you find a candle sitting on a table, Desolate until its wick touches yours, And suddenly the brightness doubles; In an instant the warmth has grown. This intensified...

We have so many opportunities to bless each other in this world, but they don’t always announce themselves as moments of profound transformation.

If justice is to be realized, our voices must speak loudly—even boisterously—of love.

We can’t always predict which choices will wind up having a huge impact on us, whether it's bringing home a stuffed animal or taking a particular train to Oxford Circus.

Emotional tempests aren’t always easy to weather — pain, grief, disappointment, even love — but the flatness of life without such currents is the slow silence of drowning.

However imperfectly I may be living this life of mine, there’s no one better at it, and there’s no one else who can do it for me.

Spirit of Compassion, remind us that our task as humans is not perfection, but faithfulness.

Spirit of Compassion, help us draw strength from all that we are. Give us new language with which to claim our wholeness, a new litany of joy built out of words that wounded.