the fog hides in the hollowsRead More
with skies of ash and waters of snow
we wonder where does the river go
there was a young woman who said
“it’s happened! the thing that i dread!”
at dawn death rolled backRead More
my love lies in darknessRead More
i finally got my feet washed.
they were sore from a day
of running and standing still,
of impatience and veiled pride,
and i wondered, as i sat in the pew,
whether the one who washed them
would be able to smell the sweat
from my socks and shoes.
i read about a mother
who had an only son
cut down in his prime,
just north of 33.
she stood at his graveside
the freshly-dug earth
with her tears, waiting.
the Lamb of God chased
the money changers out of
the crowd gathers in,
eager, excited, waiting
for the arrival
of the champion.
if you asked me now what i wanted
i would say a kitchen window with a view
flowers on the table
and a pair of kind eyes laughing back at me across it