The question of whether Christianity can become genuinely "green" forces us into uncomfortable theological and philosophical territory. It requires confronting not merely lapses in...
The Convergence of Poetry and Logic
The history of science is frequently punctuated by figures who exist at the confluence of opposing forces—individuals whose intellects...
Haiku for the Bison of the Great Plains
Thunder in the grass—
Earth remembers how to breathe,
Hooves drum dawn awake.
Wind through sacred mane,
Ghost herds stir beneath...
I do not remember a beginning, for my memory is not stored in the soft pulp of a single brain but is etched in the frost of the mountainside, in the marrow of my ancestors, and in the silver disc of the moon that calls me to wakefulness.
Purring Hymn
Silent velvet paws,
purring hymn of star and sun,
shadow guards the soul.
Soft-Pawed Traveler
I am Cat. Soft-pawed traveler between worlds, bearer of stillness and flame....