Command or description, I wantto glow as I walk through my day,as I glide through the hallsof the nursing home where I find youdozing in your bed. I want youto see how I’m learning to float,the air thinning between our kisses.And yet, the weight—harvest of moonand fruit heavy with sugar. In Augustheat I lift a melon, smell this longsummer pressed against the earth,what I will carry to you tomorrow,offering slices of remembrance.
Steve Thorngate on alternatives to the common lectionary, Jonathan Wilson-Hartgrove on costly hospitality, Amy Frykholm interviews Syrian Orthodox leader Cyril Karim.
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