Christianity
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National Poetry Month: “Bob Dylan has a Vision of Jesus Christ”
Its hot in the desert. The air conditioner is pumping in microscopic sand particles. I’ve got the blackout curtains drawn but the light creeps in through the gaps anyway. I’ve drunk 2/3rds of a bottle I’m sweating Jack Daniels and the walls are moving in inch by inch. I don’t remember who I am anymore.…
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Easter
The sparrowhawk sees The extreme angle Of the most extreme The iron nails The bloody stream In darkening sky Amongst the thieves The cross stood high A tree bereft of leaves. Hung now upon to die One called teacher, rabbi No crime convicted in his youth Nailed here for speaking Truth. Before, in the…
The Numinous Cosmos 