Dominican Preaching through Word and Image
It seems that there is no end to the evil that confronts us. We need hope to face each day. I found this peace of wisdom from the artist Corita Kent. And I’m sure that when she said/wrote it, it was in beautiful colors… Continue Reading “In Times of Darkness, Let Us Make Hope”
Observe the wonders as they occur around you. Don’t claim them. Feel the artistry moving through and be silent. – Jalaluddin Rumi
A single crocus blossom ought to be enough to convince our heart that springtime, no matter how predictable, is somehow a gift, gratuitous, gratis, a grace. – David Steindl-Rast, Gratefulness, the Heart of Prayer
How will we allow ourselves to be changed . . . for the common good . . . or simply, for good? As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world — that is the myth of… Continue Reading “Weekly Photo Challenge – Change”
Today’s Easter Poem from Education for Justice is by Scott Cairns. Reunion You know already that the breath moves in and out in order to infuse the heart with the air it craves; as I have said, then recollect your mind, and draw it—and… Continue Reading “Reunion”
Today’s Easter Poem from Education for Justice is by David Whyte. Ten Years Later When the mind is clear and the surface of the now still, now swaying water slaps against the rolling kayak, I find myself near darkness, paddling again to yellow Island.… Continue Reading “Ten Years Later”
Today’s poem from Education for Justice is by Mary Oliver. The Swan Did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river? Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air – An armful of white blossoms, A perfect… Continue Reading “The Swan”
Today’s Easter poem from Education for Justice is by Jane Hirshfield. Optimism More and more I have come to admire resilience. Not the simple resistance of a pillow, whose foam returns over and over to the same shape, but the sinuous tenacity of a… Continue Reading “Optimism”
Today’s poet from Education for Justice is a favorite of many, Emily Dickinson. Hope Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune—without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And… Continue Reading “Hope”