Posts by John Blase

Dear Winn – 28 February 2017

Dear Winn: Well, tomorrow’s Wednesday, the first day of March. And also Ash Wednesday, the first day of Lent. I think I’ve told you before that as a young Baptist boy the only lint I knew was what I pulled out of the dryer vent a couple of times a week. I’m quite sure I…

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Dear Winn -13 February 2017

Dear Winn: Its been a while, huh? Its not that I haven’t wanted to write, because I have. Its more that, as the psalmist says, “I have come into deep waters.” Where I am in my season of life, a handful of disappointments, and the current state of our nation have ganged up on me…

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No Room

Behold, I stand at the door, and knock Big America, Big America, let me come in.        No. We are not blind.      You might be a wolf in the      only clothes on your back      sent to swallow us whole.   Please. I no longer have a place to lay my heart.…

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Before The World Wakes

In the first light when birds stir I begin a poem in praise of myself. Their singing provides extra bravado which is quite necessary to tell of how it is to be sweetly alive. This morning its an aria, some stubborn solo voice down by Dirty Woman Creek refusing to be a team player. He(?)…

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Like Always

This is my body bones brittler than a decade ago eyes dependent to glass distances middle thickening against my please mind content to mine yesterdays. But my heart still breaks then mends breaks then mends like always.  

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I AM RESOLVED

I’ve zero interest in being a red letter christian or a common good christian or whatever other bastardization some feel crucial to crossfit the old faith, tone it hard for our dark new world. If the over articulate is the enemy of the erotic could this not also threaten the desired agapic? No, call me…

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Christmas Day Meditation, 2016

As long as we’ve been a part of our local Lutheran congregation, a fundamental facet of our Christmas Eve service has always been communion. Always. And it was again last night. For almost forty-five minutes we were swept up in the drama of the birth of Christ via words and imagery and song, and then…

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Dear Winn – 8 December 2016

Dear Winn: Its a little before 6am here, and its 3°. Most of my younger life I dreamed of, as that line from Harry Nilsson’s song so pointedly put it, “going where the weather suits my clothes.” Now, here in my forty-ninth year, I realize that dream has come true. My weather app tells me…

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And All For What?

The inglorious angels speak of Incarnation as The Great Betrayal – the breaking of every existent code and convention of divinity, an infidelity if there ever was one. In touching the young Jewish girl God’s reputable chastity fell scarlet. The contact with Mary’s waiting flesh sowed the seed for God’s new electric skin. He then…

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Dear Winn – 18 November 2016

Dear Winn: Happy Birthday, pard! I never had the pleasure of meeting your Mom, but I bet she was tickled pink when the doctor handed you to her. Yes, I betcha she held you close and breathed you in, all howevermany justborn pounds of ya. The gift of a son. My, my. Who knows, maybe…

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