Winter of Toronto town has come settling in my very marrow
I shiver on Queen and Jarvis corner I make my bed on warm air-vents
Difficult to give thanks for charity bread of poverty is hard and bitter
A band plays carols in the mall but I am not allowed to loiter
I’m aching in your chilly absence, God please shine your countenance upon me
Sound your horn of plenty in my ear
In Waking in Harbour One Day: Collected Poems of Ian Sowton, 2020
warm me with hope enough to praise you
This week we read from “Beloved is Where We Begin” by Jan Richardson from the Painted Prayerbook as well as the Gospel According to Luke.
This week for the 8th Sunday after Epiphany and the Last Sunday before Lent, we read from The Building by David Ignatow and The Gospel
This Week we read from Psalms, adapted by Ian Sowton, and the Gospel According to Luke. Marilyn Dolmage offers a homily that explores the challenge
This week we join remotely due to the snowfall across the city, please join our virtual circle as we read from Jeremiah, a poem by
This week we celebrate the 5th Sunday after Epiphany and Black History Month. We read a poem from Nikki Giovanni, quotes from Dr. Martin Luther