I did not know that perfect love was mine, wrapped up in swaddling clothes before my birth and opened there upon the cross—the sign that grants my meager soul its worth. More thrilling than an ice-cold breeze on hot and humid days, the moment when I knew that I had been the object of His […]
Read more "Sonnet VIII"When heaven takes a soul from us and leaves the body cold and still, the balm of truth may calm the mind, but cannot cure the heart of pain for at the tomb of Lazarus where he would rise, creation bowed to Providence, but Jesus wept.
Read more "A Time to Mourn"Creaking with the cold: groaning, sugar-sprinkled pond. Highway for a squirrel. – Plunks of sky break glass. Tiny ringlets: small, then large. Spirals in a pond. – Water flees away! Restless waves reverberate. The tire swing sways. – Whirling with the wind, ghostly whisks of red and brown mirrored in the glass – – – […]
Read more "Seasons: Four Haiku"Come, arise, in morning song, let us think of Jesus! Christ, the church’s cornerstone, risen God now lead us. Crucified by evil men, Satan’s power entombing, raised up by the Father’s hand, royal rights assuming. – Christ has sent our Comforter: Holy Ghost indwelling heralds of the gospel truth by His power, compelling. Baptized by […]
Read more "Disciples’ Hymn"Every eye transfixed above, the clouds proclaim: The Son of God. The very sky cries out in language only God can understand. People crowd to see the Servant King now alone, apart from all the world. The cross of law and love. Soldiers dazzled by the sight, a prophecy fulfilled. Sufferer—living, dying. Thus it always […]
Read more "Mirrored Mercy"All things die: the strongest ox that pulls the plow, the laughing girl in the olive tree, the peaceful doves beside the road. All things die—but not my Lord. – All things die, and lie forgotten in the ground and join the elements of earth: the thronging crowds that hear Him preach will soon be […]
Read more "Death"It always seemed the lamb should die at night with dark like curtains, solemn, wrapped around, while pools of crimson gathered on the ground. Instead he died in milling crowds—and light. The priests were quick; their bloody hands a flight of flashing knives. The bleating sheep! The sound of death that pinched my beating heart […]
Read more "The Last Lamb"They say my God is dead and buried in some Middle Eastern tomb. Don’t ask me why they blame Him then, for all their earthly gloom. – – – – – – – – – –
Read more "What They Say…"I should have known You long ago— my heart was born with chambers void of blood, the walls just small and hidden to the eyes, but to the soul more endless than the stars. I should have felt Your absence in my tears— the ache of endings could have been a mold to pour my […]
Read more "Perfect Gift"God gave the tiny puff bird his stately majesty. In black striped gray, with easy grace, he rests. And knows his place. – – – – – – – – –
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