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What’s to love
about an August night?
Cicadas chirp on a wooden
stage. I believe there’s a difference
between country and city bugs
but wonder if it matters.
Two mongrels howl
behind black trees, polluting
what would be silence.
Streets remain hot. Stale air
battles the electric fan.
The beauty of dog days. No one
sleeps.
first published in Domicile
What finally counts is not whether we know Jesus and his words but whether we live our lives in the Spirit of Jesus. The Spirit of Jesus is the Spirit of Love. Jesus himself makes this clear when he speaks about the last judgment. There people will ask: “Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you drink?” and Jesus will answer: “In so far as you did this to one of the least … of mine, you did it to me” (Matthew 25:37, 40).
This is our great challenge and consolation. Jesus comes to us in the poor, the sick, the dying, the prisoners, the lonely, the disabled, the rejected. There we meet him, and there the door to God’s house is opened for us.
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