Author Archives: Ken Greenman

I lay me down to doze on the downs of Glastonbury. A warm spring afternoon. The grass is rich and green and new, the ground, soft. My hands clasp behind my head,for pillow. I drowse and hear two voices. “Greetings, … Continue reading →

An elf I know has hinted his kind is considering “a departure”, for it seems matter now weighs too heavy on the earth. “Where will you go?”, I ask him, fearful of losing such an old friend. “Well, we’ll think … Continue reading →

When that man Moses on the first mountain saw a bush burning but not consumed, He saw Something. When that man Jesus, thirsty, hungry, exhausted in the desert some 40 days, saw Satan strolling towards him, snickering, He saw Something. … Continue reading →

Why do we rush to the magic show? Why do we wish it to be so? We have forgotten: It is real! We miss it, unnecessarily. For to miss something is to have had it once before. The magic man … Continue reading →

Happy Sabbath, Doc! This is the first one since you left us. I hope you’re sitting next to MaryA, your arm tight around her shoulder, your new shinning robe comfortably wrapped around you. I hope you’re loving listening to which … Continue reading →

It’s November for the nuthatch, the chickadee and me. They fly to my back deck. They know where their food will be. Hanging from the low pine branches, dangling from the chains I’ve hung there, while teetering on the top … Continue reading →

Why would I whine, when, whether I win or whether I loose, if I have prayed the frightening, faith filled prayer of that Gethsemane night: “…yet not my will but Yours…” then, given the view from my just opened tomb, … Continue reading →

Daniel Moloongo had an epiphany. At 27, it came a little late, perhaps. But, at 27, marching to his graduation ceremony at the divinity school in Lusaka, the only seminary the Anglicans administered in his native Zambia, and the most … Continue reading →

Her husband was a nasty, abusive, angry slob. Everyone who knew him, knew it. But she, given the kind of woman she was, Christian, understanding, gentle, forgiving, hated his God damned guts.

over, under, over, under over, under, over, over, under!!!! the world is blown asunder by an under over blunder! then, if it’s noticed, it’s unravel, unravel, unravel, pick up the offending stitch, which, would have rendered the Comforter, uncomfortable, making … Continue reading →