Photo by Denis Degioanni on Unsplash.
When Wisdom made the galaxies,
And then was born on Mary’s knees,
Then Joseph wiped the blood away,
And wrapped placenta in the hay.
Fashioning the furthest star,
Love came to join us as we are;
Took on a body--dust and clay--
In the accustomed, messy way.
Why, then, did the Apostle say,
To us who celebrate today
And gaze in wonder at the crèche,
“Make no provision for the flesh”?
Scott has one of those résumés that give HR people a migraine. He grew up amongst the glacial hills and lakes, and long, cold winters of Central New York. He has worked at Renaissance Faires, as, variously, an actor, musician, and a Tarot reader, and at one faire he met his wife, Allison. He taught college music for ten years, then studied to become an Interfaith Minister, in which he concentrated on hospice chaplaincy. He is a professed member of the Third Order of St. Francis, a religious order within the Episcopal Church. He has recently begun the study of Druidry, as part of his quest to "free Christ from his Near Eastern captivity." He has early onset Parkinson's Disease, which is making him less inhibited every day, God help us. He lives in Philadelphia.
