Dominican Preaching through Word and Image
In a world so torn apart by rivalry, anger, and hatred, we have the privileged vocation to be living signs of a love that can bridge all divisions and heal all wounds. – Henri Nouwen
To really belong to one another and to depend on one another — to really share a common destiny — is difficult for a community that wants to be diverse. It is also the community’s only hope of survival. – Gordon Cosby
What the Day Gives Suddenly, sun. Over my shoulder in the middle of gray November what I hoped to do comes back, asking. Across the street the fiery trees hold onto their leaves, red and gold in the final months of this unfinished year,… Continue Reading “Wednesday of Hope – An Astonishing Mix”
As the Sun shines upon my heart, so may my heart shine upon others! – The Upanishads
Because we spill not only milk Knocking it over with an elbow When we reach to wipe a small face But also spill seed on soil we thought was fertile but isn’t, And also spill whole lives, and only later see in fading light… Continue Reading “Wednesday of Hope – Saving Hope”
Every wave on the ocean is the whole ocean waving. So, the ocean of being waves every one of us, and we are its waves. – Alan Watts
Hope It hovers in dark corners before the lights are turned on, it shakes sleep from its eyes and drops from mushroom gills, it explodes in the starry heads of dandelions turned sages, it sticks to the wings of green angels that sail from… Continue Reading “Wednesday of Hope – Where Hope Lives”
I believe that the world was created and approved by love, that it subsists, coheres, and endures by love, and that, insofar as it is redeemable, it can be redeemed only by love. – Wendell Berry
Hope Hope is with you when you believe The earth is not a dream but living flesh, That sight, touch, and hearing do not lie, That all things you have ever seen here Are like a garden looked at from a gate. You cannot enter.… Continue Reading “Wednesday of Hope – Hope Is with You”
When we come upon beautiful things, they act like small tears in the surface of the world that pull us through to some vaster space. – Elaine Scarry