This strange word points, on the one hand, to peace, quiet and repose: a still, small voice. And yet, on the other, it sounds perseverance: still voicing despite… the many forces that seek to silence those seeking truth. Peace and perseverance meet in “still.”
In “stillvoicing” I hope to hold these two together, and invite you to imagine with me the possibility of a world where we still voice our hope for stillness, for peace; a world where a fleeting light enables us to see with sharp clarity – a cloud, a mist whose edges are soft, inviting, a mystery.
Once a week or so, I will still be voicing – in poetry and prose – peace in spite of voices that rage against the way of promise. I will invoke images, ideas, and questions that invite both peace and perseverance in a world that knows too little of each. Here, I hope to still voice faith, hope and love, convinced that these are seen in the crucified one, even while I am aware that others declare other allegiances in good faith. Hopefully, a conversation will follow from time to time. In the meantime, thanks for visiting this sight and pondering with me the wonder of the word made flesh for a wounded world.