Author Archives: Collette Tennant

Good Friday Meditation to Christ Our Lord The day You died, Your blood poured down, a mighty fugue, arpeggios streaming from Golgotha, counterpoint of loss and salvation, obligato of redemption, crescendo and decrescendo, a chorus of love from the cross. … Continue reading →

“Every way of knowing is blessed by bootleggers.” Robert Bly Bootleggers know some of the best things in life can’t be bought out in the open. They know our thirsts are vagrants, our hungers liars and cutthroats. In the back … Continue reading →

Wild Angels Sometimes fly to Eden, rest their wings on the ground, lay their faces on the soil, rich and sweet as milky baby’s breath. They throw handfuls of gold rings, into rivers, watch the light flicker and shine, and … Continue reading →