This past Monday, November 10th, I had what I have called a Monastic Monday. I wasn’t planning for it because I had too much to do. There are times when these days come upon me and all I can make myself do it be silent and pray. Somehow on this past Monday, I managed to … Continue reading Musings from a Monastic Monday
The year has flown by and once again we find ourselves at Autumn. I have always enjoyed Autumn, especially as a child growing up in North Carolina where summer and its humidity seemed to last so long. Autumn brought bright sunny days amid the crisp fall temperatures and even though the leaves of the trees were … Continue reading Thanksgiving Comes Again, 2025
I first wrote this poem during September of 2020, during the pandemic. My sleep patterns changed and I began to watch the sky at night. The words for this poem came to me on the night of the full September moon, which is called the full corn moon, or for many, the green corn moon … Continue reading When Sleep Does Not Seem Important
Written for Jack Jack’s baptism May 17th 2025, Berkeley Springs, WV Dear Jack Jack, Months ago, your mother asked me to do something very special for you. She wanted me to knit a special shawl so that we could wrap it around you at your baptism and so that you would have it always to remind … Continue reading From a Gramm’s Heart
January 2025 Dear Beloved Jack Jack! I am writing this letter to tell you the story of one of the gifts that you received this past Christmas. You were not very alert when your mother opened it. She and your father knew exactly what it was. They knew that it was coming and that it … Continue reading Dear Jack: the first letter from Gramma
I wrote something along these lines and posted it here several years ago, but my life has changed dramatically since I first wrote it. Yours has too, I imagine. So, I find myself revisiting my thoughts for different congregations and different groups of people. I invite you to join me and ponder as well, in … Continue reading Feeling the Spirit…These Days
It is late afternoon coffee time for me, a time of ritual for most days when I get home from a day of whatever demands my time and energy. It is a time of quiet, of calm, of reclaiming the peace and presence of the sacred settling in my soul. It is a time, a … Continue reading If I Could Give You a Marigold
There it is againThe Holy murmurings The indistinct, low, morning whispersOf the Holy One of Sacred SilenceOf the One who out of the early quietSings lyrical melodiesOf the One who is the cool refreshing water And gentle breezes Of the not yet completed sunriseOf what will be an impossibly hot and fierce dayIt is the … Continue reading Summer Murmurings
Today, I am slow of mind and heart. At least that is what it feels like. I think I really need a vacation–some time off to renew before Lent begins. That seems so funny to say since we are not even finished with Christmas yet, but Lent is early this year–Feb. 14. I want some … Continue reading Thursday Musings at Year’s beginning
There it was In a small planter Outside a shop As the afternoon sun Was beginning Its long, lazy, summer descent Why is it called Blackfoot I have always wondered When its stunning Golden petals Encircling a brilliant sun With starshaped rays Whisper to me That its name Is Promise And for me In that … Continue reading Promise
prayers of my heart, a collection of articles and writings by C. Alicia Randolph 