Reflections from an experienced chaplain going through the loss of his own father. My father died April 2018. In October I traveled back to Colebrook, CN to help my family celebrate his life in the church across the street from the house where he grew up. When I returned from…
May the Light Keep You
This 2018 Solstice I wrote an article for the a Patheos Pagan Blog that was selected for their Yule newsletter.
Once there was a dream called America…
July 4…Independence Day…for me today is a day when I remember the dream of America, take stock of where we are in realizing that dream, mourn our shortcomings and hope that in the years to come, we will do more to realize the dream. Once there was a dream…
Journey Hal·le·lu·jah
From soft moment, breath held tentative Praise rises with, first word sung Hal·le·lu·jah Raised high in song, in but one word, that word His face singing a lifetime I hear. Join with, being with, hearing all, knowing Moments through all of a life, each one Blessing me, sharing…
Unbound
On this morning Where bright wind kisses gentle sky, I wonder where you are now That your voice is no longer…then with a breath I feel air Brought all round the world; From a deep jungle far south, An arid desert to the west, Cold mountains north, Lush forests eastward. And…
My Father Died…
My father David Cooper died April 4, 2018 of Interstitial Pulmonary Fibrosis, which he got from being in downtown Manhattan in the hours, days and weeks following the disaster of 9-11. My dad would remember the hours after, the sky full of white particles, falling like snow, building materials from…
Blogging on Patheos
Every once in a while I get to share a blog reflection in the Nature’s Path, the UU Paganism blog on Patheos at http://www.patheos.com/blogs/naturespath The recent post is the beginning of reflection for a sermon about weathering earthquakes and renewal that I will be delivering this coming Sunday at South Valley…
Today
Holy one, I pray to you On this day when I walk these halls Give me your ears that hear Your eyes that see Soften my heart and gift my voice The words you would speak to your people Grant me gentle ears that I might hear your stories Whispered…
Arts and Music in Schools
While listening to Dr. Sandor Kovacs this morning, he said that he had studied at Starr King 20 years ago and had recently returned for a while. Dr. Kovacs said the singers in chapel were better 20 years ago…and that he had asked his students, some of whom are in their…
Ashes
I died today And in the dying The ashes I knew Were scattered Across the way Dust into dust And then all those Hopes and dreams That I had spoken Through all my days Were woven into one Pathway that touched Every life providence Had crossed upon mine And remembrance…