The Psalmist writes that “joy comes in the morning,” but sometimes the morning is a long time in coming.

Under the trampling boots of soldiers, God’s heart, as Christ crucified once again, beats on in unchanging love.

We cannot encounter Jesus without encountering the cross. His person emanates the way of suffering. A meditation for Lent and Easter.

The shards and gibes reflect the light by which Wiman attends to the miraculous and disappointing world.

The city stinks. This city, that city, every city everywhere.

Love sees what is invisible, and brings it into existence.