Entries by Mark Bromberg

God at My Elbow

Hello friends, A quote from Buddhist monk Thich Nhat Hanh reminds me that everything coexists. At this time of year — a period of contemplation for many, and many looking forward with hope to a new year — it’s not only monks and poets and who seek a unity in all things. Best wishes for […]

A poem for the solstice

The solstice idea makes me think of inward, quiet happenings that slowly unfold. The way of nature, growing gradually during hidden, silent times, coming from darkness to light. Much of organized religion falls into an outward movement (groove: see stanza 5). So at the end of the poem I’m called to let everything become God […]

The divine in every molecule

A Heretic’s Christmas “For unto us a child is born…and his nameshall be called the Mighty God, the everlasting Father.” (Handel’s “Messiah”) I respect the Christmas traditionsof song, music and mythic stories,but the early church gradually turnedJesus into God of the cosmos,a competitive power to pleasethe Constantines in us all. I suspect that many 21st […]

Talking to Myself as Prayer

Hello friends. This holiday season, more than most, is a time of gratitude. The photo highlights my mom, Katie, who loved me all the way, myself, and my younger brother George. Who could have realized the fine people, animals and other creatures who blessed my life? I feel closer to them in old age. I […]

Late love

Hi friends, With age we find more time for things to love, things we might have overlooked in our earlier years. With lessened time (and awareness of aging) we may become alert to things we neglected in the past, such as an amazing bird who talks with me … teakettle, teakettle. More attention paid to […]