Author: C. Robin Janning

  All throughout these months as the shadows have lengthened, this blessing has been gathering itself, making ready, preparing for this night. It has practiced

This is the first day of Advent. Every year I ask the question of what I am expecting from the Incarnation. When I was younger(like

A yellow flower (Light and spirit) Sings by itself For nobody. A golden spirit (Light and emptiness) Sings without a word By itself. Let no

Franciscan Prayer of Blessing: “May God bless us with tears to shed for those who suffer, so that we will reach out our hands to

To paint is a mysterious and individual act which could almost be self-sufficient due to the intimacy of the approach: painting is so personal and

These fragile leaves, twigs, old letters, prescriptions, Bible pages and calendar sections speak of life’s mutability and preciousness. I stitch their vanishing beauty onto layers

Brown Sweater I wear you this morning another skin as I did almost every day in college now in my seventh decade reclaiming the threadbare

I heard the ancient voice say, you are no stranger to me, for I knew you when you took your first breath. I knew you

Image above (and on front-page mastheads) and words: Mariam Before The Dance by Danielle Bilen.

… see the heart of the universe.