behind my head hanging midway in the western sky the sun smothers stubbly remains of corn stalks in autumn light poking up their short remains amongst the tilled brown soil stitching a patchwork quilt of nature death and birth a solitary combine slowly rolls down a county lane after a day's labor dust hazing up …
Location – a poem
people speak while light reflects voices mesh, merge, and rebound in, around, and into my ears cars surge back and forth going somewhere fast to nowhere in particular place in relation to place finds its significance only in relationship of place to place location dismembered from relative locality loses identity it is all relationally locative …
Eugene Peterson on G. M. Hopkins
There's nothing like finding one of my favorite contemporary authors commenting on one of my favorite authors from another era. I love the works of Eugene Peterson. His works on pastoral theology are outstanding, as have been the first three books of his new series on spiritual theology (see my comments on a few of …
Matthew Erickson 