Prayer

A blank canvas

It can be a bit intimidating to get started. That may be true in whatever it is that you’re doing, but especially if you’re creating art. That blank canvas… So much possibility. Possibility — or pressure? Depends on...

Classical Literature, the Gods, and Metaphysical Desire

In December I finished teaching a course on classical myth and literature for undergraduates. We read a variety of texts and from a variety of time periods. Among the works we studied were The...

Harnessing the Power of Time

One day about five years ago, when Barak Obama was running for president the first time, I heard him talking on the radio about wind power.  He said that the wind is a cheap,...

“A Prayer for Platelets”

I. Bruised Did you bump into something—a table’s edge or a low bench? That’s a nasty one: bluish-purple with greenish-yellow. More than a week’s time, still fading. I am delicate, easily bruised, like a peach left on the counter to ripen.   II. Scarred After the last time, I waited eight...

You Are God Who? … Me?

  By William T. Hathaway The statement "You are God" seems an absurd and presumptuous blasphemy, so it needs to be clarified. According to pantheism, it's not just you who are God; all of us are...

The Shower Prayer (full poem, by Cristina M. R. Norcross)

The Shower Prayer   The hot rain of the shower comes down. Walls blurred from early morning vision – I leave the high hot setting and simply stand in the moment of daybreak.   Calendar unmarked, computer untouched – this day is thankfully unspoken for. For...

‘Ishq (In English and Arabic)

'Rubaiyat' of Omar Kaiyyam, 'Hour of Grace,' by Edmund Dulac, Yale University Library Collection   Because your sighs have fermented my blood, I need no wine. My name on your lips is the longest Sura. I begin the...

The Space Between

Some days I’m going along and I’m in that flow we all search for. Everything just clicks, synchronistic events occur to bring me exactly what I’ve asked for.  I feel so connected; like I’m...

New Poems by MargBouvard

HYMNS I think of Falah’s sister in Iraq who lost her husband, her four children, affectionate daughters, proud sons. I think of her empty hands, her empty house that is no longer a home, and I pray. I think there will...

A story about The Void and Manifestation

One day a woman woke up from her current state of awareness and realized that she was definitely doing her work in the world, but not in the way that she wanted. After a month...