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I work as a teacher, poet and spiritual director at a number of institutions in the DC area. My teaching focuses in various ways on writing, poetry, Spirituality and Christian vocation and ministry - especially from the point of view of the laity. I also offer classes and retreats encouraging people to explore their inner lives, engage their creativity and reflect on their beliefs about God, vocation, and how we can discern and pursue new ways to transform our broken world. I enjoy speaking of faith in the secular academy as well as reminding those preparing for ministry in the Church that our primary purpose is to love and serve the world beyond the church's doors. I love helping people to grow in faith and to find their own voices, and I also love encouraging them to use their minds. I see no contradiction between these impulses, believing as I do that faith, reason and creativity work together.

Peter, Back in the Boat


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And in the fourth watch of the night he came to them, walking on the sea.  But when the disciples saw him walking on the sea, they were terrified, saying, "It is a ghost!" And they cried out for fear.  But immediately he spoke to them, saying, "Take heart, it is I; have no fear."
            And Peter answered him, "Lord, if it is you, bid me come to you on the water."  He said, "Come."  So Peter got out of the boat and walked on the water and came to Jesus; but when he saw the wind, he was afraid and beginning to sink he cried out, "Lord, save me."  Jesus immediately reached out his hand and caught him, saying to him,  "O man of little faith, why did you doubt?"  And when they got into the boat, the wind ceased."
Matthew 14: 25-32

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(from Kathleen Henderson Staudt, Annunciations: Poems out of Scripture (2003: reissued 2018 by Wipf  & Stock) 

Peter, Back in the Boat

It was the joy that drew  me:  the joy in your eyes,
When I said, "if it is you, bid me come across the water."
That must have been what made me think I could step out
Walking over waves I had not expected.
I forgot
The pounding of the storm, the walls of water
Drawn by your eyes, your outstretched arm.

Only when I looked away, the waves came over me.
Now, fished out, dried off, back in the boat
Here, with our friends, and work to do,
I remember
The joy in your eyes.

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