as wetness rushes like a solid form

o'er the rocks circling the pond

minnows strain and press their grey

into invisible currents pulling neath the light

they dart toward the shade

brushing 'gainst the rocks

i watch their movements

envious of their wants

*House at Rest

a caterpillar ripples

along a leaf

into flight

a sunflower 

bends

into seed

a river 

empties

into

itself

                                            -Jerry Schroeder, Cap.

*Reflections of Jean Sulivan:

-All religious discourse is empty if it does not present its proof in a breathing body.  Unless you're convinced that faith is only an assent to propositions and not an existential experience in which the message is grasped with your bare hands.  And that the community of proclamation and explanation had been definitively substituted for the living and confessing community.  And that the interior kingdom promised by the Gospel is only a lure, and that it's enough to obey, watch and wait.

-Those who live on the boundaries between blasphemy and adoration are sometimes more stimulating than the machines that produce religious propaganda for today's fashions.