Posts by John Blase

Noel

Blessed be the One Who made us. Blessed be the One Who made me— made me a man who as a boy fell in love with Christmas and never recovered— made me a man who makes wishes on December stars and calls them prayers— made me a man who trusts implicitly in angels and shepherds…

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In The Darkest

It is a vision that struck me as odd for I’d not seen it before. I noticed the heart of the word “prayer” is the word “ray.” Not the name of a man who possibly wears sideburns and prefers classic country and the smell of Old Spice. But rather “ray” as in a beam of…

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Light of the Moon

The dream of being lost is nothing new. Over the course of my 52yrs I’d say 99% have been electric, charged with low-grade fear, something or someone in dogged pursuit. But last night represented the other 1% for I found myself lost yet at ease. Still chased by whatever but strangely at peace. The difference,…

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Whatabout

Did you hear the latest from Trump?   Well whatabout Obama?— Whatabout Clinton?— Whatabout Bush?— Whatabout Reagan?— And whatabout that Jack Kennedy?—   Round and round we go naming each bead of the human rosary, each bead once more removed from now. Never giving ourselves over to our life we forfeit the only instant we…

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We, Like Children

She didn’t say her father died or her dad died. She said my daddy died. That word revealed to me all I needed to know in that moment about a grown woman weeping like a child lost in the dark. She then told me she’d asked for a sign as she stood still by his…

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Indeed

The truth be told – He’d grown fond of them. God admired all His creation, declared every jot and tittle good, of this there was no doubt. But those two grew on Him in a surprising way. God gained the thrill of falling in love. The trespass of trees and fruit was no mere trifle,…

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C’mon, C’mon

I sit at the edge of dawn prodding C’mon, c’mon. Let there be light. The sky through my kitchen window is blue-black, like a blood blister, like yesterday’s sun got pinched in the doorway of dusk and then all went dark. So, might as well sleep. But now the blister is draining, clearing. C’mon, c’mon.…

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Flannery et al

She is reported to have had beautiful blue eyes. That plus the fact Flannery couldn’t tell her best friend’s children apart I find reassuring as I consider myself. I’ve always struggled to remember names. And although my driver’s license says brown, the truth is my eyes are blue. I cannot say they’re beautiful. But they’re…

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Unknown Tongue

Hordes gather in climate-controlled rooms singing songs, lifting hands, dancing in and out of aisles to fervored pitches. They call it transcendence–bright lights, big holy. Cries rise of “We want to know you, God.” But God who knows all things whispers from the rafters “I seriously doubt that.” They cannot hear God’s doubts for God…

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Maybe

Just a man sitting at a kitchen table mumbling morning prayers while everywhere around him the birds wait for the light. Do such simple scenes keep the world green for this life and for the life to come? Maybe. Though his long-cherished season is still weeks away he listens to The First Noel, the carol…

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