Saturday, April 30, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
It could happen any time, tornado,
earthquake, Armageddon. It could happen.
Or sunshine, love, salvation.
It could, you know. That's why we wake
and look out -- no guarantees
in this life.
But some bonuses, like morning,
like right now, like noon,
[Photo from la Quebrada de las Conchas in the Andes of Argentina.]
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Well, anyhow, it preserves us from the pride
of thinking we invented sin ourselves
by our originality, that famous modern power.
In fact, we have it from the beginning
of the world by the errors of being born,
being young, being old, causing pain
to ourselves, to others, to the world, to God
by ignorance, by knowledge, by intention,
by accident. Something is bad the matter
here, informing us of itself, handing down its old instruction. We know it
when we see it, don't we? Innocence would never recognize it. We need it
too, for without it we would not know
forgiveness, goodness, gratitude,
that fund of grace by which alone we live.
Happy Easter! I realize that Christianity may not be your thing, but I think we could all use a day of grace and life.
[Photo from Good Friday at La Catedral de La Plata, the largest cathedral in Argentina]