Prayer

Trinity

In the begin­ning, God looks into the mir­ror of his own Spirit and sees Christ as the bril­liant sun. This mir­ror is the womb of eter­nal silence and the Mother of God, for even God is moth­ered by a Spirit inside. Now Christ looks...

The 10 Aspirations – by Alison McBain

I. I am one truth of many. Thou shalt respect all gods and religions, not just one. II. Thou shalt not eschew those who make a carved image of faith, for I am a loving...

Unanswered Prayers

“I cannot believe that, seriously!”….I shrugged my head in disbelief. I had very successfully interviewed for a job, in a place I really wanted to live. It was close to my family, in a...

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...

There is No One at the Center of the Cross (Easter Meditation)

On the cross, Jesus said, "Forgive them Father, for they know not what they do." Did he carry the sins of the world, or drop them? The center of the cross is a place that...

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...

A Deep but Dazzling Darkness

I think one of the greatest of metaphysical poems is Henry Vaughan’s masterpiece “The Night.” The poem takes as its inspiration the scene from the third chapter of John, Nicodemus visiting Jesus by night....

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...

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...

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...