In New Light

In the New Light!

Then the king will say to those at his right hand, “Come, you that are blessed by my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world; for I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stanger and you welcomed me, I was naked and you gave me clothing, I was sick and you took care of me.” Matthew 25:34-36


in the new light

of each day’s questions,

I am never prepared.

Today, again I have nothing

to offer but a handful

of old prayers, worn down

b;y the relentless abrasion

of doubt, and a fragment

of dream that plays on in my head

only half remembered. Still,

the dove coo and circle

through the pines

as they do when I pass

each morning. Their sorrow

in so nearly human, it rings

sweet with regret. By dusk,

the trees will bow down, and I too, will

make my appeal, will find

again your mercy,

your solace. “

(Elizabeth Drescher)

    People are afraid, people are lonely, and more people are going hungry today than three months ago.  There are riots, uprisings, protests, and one  can not open their mouth without criticism or condemnation. The old supports are torn a part: church, school, Boy Scouts, and no one trusts.

    As we come to the end of our  journey and look back over my life, I ask myself the question: “Is what others have told me all these years the truth: “You are a failure, you are not effective, you should never have been a priest?” That has been told time after time, as we have in our stubbornness persisted on our journey.

    Yesterday afternoon, sitting at Toast enjoying a burrito, ice tea, the sun, and watching people, a young black man approached. Suddenly people got up from their tables and left, others crossed the street. He was wearing dirty socks, no shoes, and his shirt was torn. He came near and asked, “Can you buy me some food?”

    I asked him to sit down, ordered food, ran to the church and picked up some socks, a shirt, a pair of shoes, returned and sat down. We talked as he ate, and finally he reached his out his fist  and we tagged one anothe,  made the sign of the cross over him, and he left.

    Every thing made sense in those moments,

By dusk,

the trees will bow down, and I too, will

make my appeal, will find

again your mercy,

your solace. “


Father Christian River Damien Sims, sfw, D.Min.,D.S.T.

P.O. Box 642656

San Francisco, CA 94164


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