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The Green Christ So long they almost touch the ground, his awful legs grow longer. He\u2019s greener than the tree, his flesh the gray-green of clouds whipped before an evening storm, the sunlight driving through them as if it could hold them. He seems all legs. The feet disappear, insinuating themselves in earth. You cannot tell if they are roots or claws or where the torso branches out, in arms and legs. But where it bends as a neck might bend, the long curve says compassion as clearly as the fountained branches of a willow say weeping. And when he […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n \r\n \r\n \r\n

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Festival of Faith & Writing The Festival of Faith & Writing began in 1990 as an exploration of the communities made and served by writers exploring the intersections of faith and the literary arts.\u00a0 Since its inception, the Festival has brought both new and established talent, writing in a wide range of genres, to speak about a variety of issues related to faith and the craft of storytelling. The Festival has welcomed to Calvin more than 13,000 attendees and hundreds of renowned speakers to Calvin College, including Maya Angelou, John Updike, Yann Martel, Elie Wiesel, Marilynne Robinson, Donald Hall, Eugene […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n \r\n \r\n \r\n

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Every Riven Thing God goes, belonging to every riven thing he’s made sing his being simply by being the thing it is: stone and tree and sky, man who sees and sings and wonders why God goes. Belonging, to every riven thing he’s made, means a storm of peace. Think of the atoms inside the stone. Think of the man who sits alone trying to will himself into a stillness where God goes belonging. To every riven thing he’s made there is given one shade shaped exactly to the thing itself: under the tree a darker tree; under the man […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n \r\n \r\n \r\n

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This is not a poem but a rain-soaked day keeping me inside with you and you loving me like a storm. This is a record of a hundred mornings when the sun lifted above the stone hills outside my window. This is not a poem but me standing perfectly still on the edge of the lake in autumn, watching a hundred starlings like prayer flags fluttering. This is my face buried in May\u2019s first pink peony, petals just now parting, eyes closed, inhaling. This is the place where clocks no longer matter unless it is the dusty gold watch which […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n \r\n \r\n \r\n

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Excerpts From The Angel Handbook Be careful how you unfold your wings\u2014 there are some in the world who are not content unless their teeth are full of feathers You may find employment with the Sanitation Department or at any laundry When you ride subways wear ornate silver shoes and always stand near the door When you cross at intersections look both ways, then up It will often be expedient to altogether remove your wings from your back, where people will first think to look for them, and carry them around inside you\u2014 at such times be careful that your […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n \r\n \r\n \r\n

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Singing Bowl Begin the song exactly where you are, Remain within the world of which you\u2019re made. Call nothing common in the earth or air, Accept it all and let it be for good. Start with the very breath you breathe in now, This moment\u2019s pulse, this rhythm in your blood And listen to it, ringing soft and low. Stay with the music, words will come in time. Slow down your breathing. Keep it deep and slow. Become an open singing-bowl, whose chime Is richness rising out of emptiness, And timelessness resounding into time. And when the heart is full […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n <\/div>\r\n \r\n \r\n \r\n \r\n