O Thou, God, Maker of Heaven and Earth Who was before Earth, or Heaven, or Time began, Who knows the beginning and the end of lightning and the way of the thunder’s rumble — Who splashes in the depths of the sea as if in a puddle — Who sees the substance of the invisible…Read More
i am arguing with myself the worth of my writing. one part of me says yes! this poem is good and true and genuine and beautiful. it is heartfelt, artful, artless. the other is not so sympathetic but feels more honest. this poem is not bad, but it is about you. where is the eternal,…Read More
unless a seed will fall to the ground and die no tomb can be a wombRead More
the sun beats harshly on crenulated battlements
as a string of horsemen and camels approaches the gate.
the stony hills are shrouded in darkness, the shapes of shrub
and sheep and shepherd almost indistinguishable in the gloom.
a scrubby hillside, a tiny house, and a weary traveler
picking her way up the dusty path to the threshhold.
i won’t let go till you give me this poem!
but why am i writing it?
the beam of light illumines a face shrouded in shadow
it is a young face — oh, such a young face!
Emmanuel — behold Him the Meek and Mighty, child the universe’s Maker come to what we have defiled Emmanuel — o praise Him the righteous Warrior wise He comes the fettered heart to free and none will He despise Emmanuel — adore Him the Shepherd tender, true He comes the broken to restore and make…Read More
i thank Thee, uncreated Son that Thou didst deign to shine within the darkness of my soul and warm my heart with Thine i thank Thee, ever-endless One Who left Thy holy throne to take my evanescent frame and wear it as Thine own i thank Thee, Living Water sweet Whose life Thou freely gave…Read More