Hickory tree vision

the closest
I have been
to vision

was a yellow
tree, every leaf
touched

flame, angels,
apparition—
but the saints

say a sight of
God happens
in a moment,

the beat of
a moth’s wings:
fold and open

This poem appears in the October 10, 2018 issue.

The church is called to be a loving critic, not a national cheerleader.

In September, Episcopal bishop Mariann Edgar Budde will travel to her mother’s homeland at the invitation of the Stockholm Cathedral.

Jerry Falwell wanted to prepare America for the end of the world. Ted Cruz’s evangelical backers want to take America over.

A Christianity that affirms the state’s wars is not Christianity. It is idolatry.

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