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The Mourning After

At least the kids were gone, settled among family for the next ten or twelve hours. That gave him some time to pull himself together, to sort things out before tomorrow, before the rest of…

Household of Faith

From where we sat on the fourth pew 
the three square windows looked like cubes 
of shimmery gold 
vertically stacked 

The Identity of Jacob’s Opponent: Wrestling with Ambiguity in Genesis 32:32

Who is the “man” Jacob wrestles at the ford of the Jabbok? Critical exegesis has traditionally identified him as an angel, with reliance upon ample evidence in the text: he appears out of nowhere and just as mysteriously disappears; he dislocates Jacob’s hip at a touch; and Jacob himself, at the end of the episode, identifies his opponent as divine: “I have seen God face to face, and yet my life is preserved” (Gen. 32:30). 

God With Us

At the baptismal Erma sings “Que grande es El,”
her voice breaking, 
and the woman she has brought to Jesus, 
clothed in white on the front row, weeps. 

A Body That Expands

My sister sings Puccini in the shower. 
A fever ripped the muscle of her heart 
when she was five but now she is almost 
twenty-one and lovely. She leaves music 

Great Basin Kingdom Revisited

My story might justly be entitled, to borrow a phrase from Laurel Thatcher Ulrich, “Epiphany in the Room of a College Dormitory.” It all began in the spring of 1939, fifty-four years ago, when I…

Double Exposure

The picture gathers from a host of things— 
From giggles of remembering, not play 
By play but one word lifting from another 
Into a rearview record, a happy weather