Jesus Christ
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National Poetry Month 15 – Good Friday
There were two theives flanking Jesus one calling out for Him to fly off the cross prove to him that He was Lord, show the power hidden within. The other one saw through the veil and asked for His love: “Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom.” He looked at the criminal and…
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National Poetry Month 12 – Clement Sends a Short-Form Letter
Greetings! My brothers and sisters in Christ I write this letter to the church in Corinth, telling you to get it together. God has ordered peace in the heavens – the stars and the moon and sun all roll across the sky as He ordained, so why not peace in your church? Remember Peter and…
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National Poetry Month 10 – Hosanna
He raised Lazarus from the dead called him from the tomb his sister Mary thought that the smell would be overpowering. But out he walked, still bound in soiled cloth. No worse for the wear. “I am the resurrection and the life,” He told her. He then went home. Jerusalem rolled out the red carpet…
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Christmas 2021
Merry Christmas! Another year nearly gone, another world left behind us. For every year that passes is a change of the world; chemically, biologically, socially, spiritually. We often think of how the Earth abides through all of what we go through, that this spinning ball is forever fixed under our feet. But Earth is dynamic.…
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At His Feet
I sat at Jesus’s feet. Bewildered by the crowd and the heat But what is there to say? I could see His face, hear His words. “When the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on earth?” I am a believer, I have faith. Can the Lord not hear me pray fervently, for hours…
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Pilate’s Painting
There is a legend that Pontius Pilate painted Christ long after he retired as governor. What a challenge that would have been to capture the man you so briefly spoke to on a wooden panel yet who’s life (and death) will stay with you for the rest of yours. Would you take red and accentuate…
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Christmas – 2020
It’s Christmastime again. A Christmas set during a year of profound sorrow afflicted by plague, political unrest, and change. Many of us, too many to count, have faced this last year as a trial with the jury still out deliberating our fate. I know that I have prayed to God for help and guidance, and…
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The Voice
I can feel Murray Wilson smacking Brian upside the head the ringing in his ear drifting up the scales to a pitch just at the edge of human hearing a tuning fork stuck on On. How he translated that pain into stacked harmonies grabbed a thousand year old palimpsest filled with holy roundels and turned…
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National Poetry Month: “Leonard Cohen Sees a Miracle”
You see my little darling that the moon and the sun and the stars all fell at His feet. The Prime Mover shaken taken in the flesh of a man. The statue of the Virgin stepped off her perch, bowed in genuflection before proof of the resurrection. I saw the stone rolled away and beings…
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National Poetry Month: “Iron”
As an experiment this year, I am going to write one poem a day in honor of National Poetry Month (many of them may follow a common theme). My first poem is titled “Iron.” The red turns wine-colored upon exposure to the air. The joint’s crack, the marrow leaks, and bruises form. Roman…
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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 