oh papa, the fields are plowed under oh papa, the seeds are all salt oh papa, the tree’s burned to cinders oh papa, we know it’s our fault oh papa, the babies are crying oh papa, the streets run with blood oh papa, look, everyone’s dying oh papa, how can this bring good? oh papa,…Read 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
go seek Him in the country
go find Him by the way
go see that in your night has dawned
the light of endless day
wake up, the sun is risen wake up, the night is done wake up, for sorrow’s ended wake up, for joy is won wake up, in love He suffered wake up, in love He bled wake up, the Hero conquered wake up, the dragon’s dead wake up, the sea is gleaming wake up, the sky’s…Read More