Michael N. McGregor

Month: January 2021

  • Joy Encased in the Covid Night

    Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
                                                                                                  Psalm 30:5
    This image is from an ice storm we had in Portland a few years ago. It seems an apt reminder that encased within this Covid night is the joy of the coming thaw. We need only endure a while longer.

  • Sentences Like Little Bridges

    Sentences seem like little bridges crossing a flooded plain. I step onto one and it feels shaky, incomplete. When I come to the end of it, I face anew the expanse of water with nothing laid over it and no materials. So I wait there, lonely and exposed, until something new comes to me.

    –from an old journal entry