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Some dates must be captured— too aesthetically pleasant to allow to float on by on the streams of time that wander toward history and so this is what to do— immortalize them! (Spenser did it; so can you.) Set an ambush in the river, spread the net out wide and catch those numbers before they […]

The Would-Be Forest

In thirty years our lawn could be a mighty forest, grown from our own oak and maple trees that tower above the grass and weeds and freely lend their shadows every hour. This year the babies sprang from dirt– a hundred leafy heads that bend and wobble, hopeful in the wind. I cannot tell how […]

Greed

Just a little violet in the grass, set to feast on sunshine, drink up rain, meant to bless the wanderers who pass, meant to live and thrive and then to wane. But how the sky could wander wide and free! And how the dirt pressed hard against the root! She tipped and drained the sky; […]

It is the Lord

Another night stretched long trying, trying, trying– until finally morning drifted in– cool and bleak– as empty as their nets in the water. … Another command to cast again to fatigue, hunger, failure– words that echoed fantasy– trite and senseless– to experienced fishermen. … But, once more, they let their nets down down down […]

They Rolled a Stone…

Cold and stark, silent, dark bonded atoms: strong as steel— unwilling eager guardian— watchful limestone wheel. – There’s no tread can wake the dead or break the quiet stone. Night creeps in on shameful day; the maker sleeps alone. – Roman dust, silent must guard my stone with wooden spears. Bored and stiff, the coldest […]

The Hour Has Come…

Stranded ‘round an ancient Olive tree there wends collected history from lives: the truth that now remains in memory. And here within this garden there survives a tree that lived to feel it’s maker’s touch, that heard the earnest prayers, the shouts the strives the babbing brash that woke the sacred hush, berating godly pleas […]

Nails

Smash blows. Snaps of breaking waves. Sharp. Short. Blood sport: BLEED . . . See this! Willing hands? Stretched out– NO demands? Gives death. Claims life for these men ? – – – Photo by engin akyurt on Unsplash

Gethsemanean Dirt

Whatever it had once been, it was now merely dirt— one small sampling of decayed life, groaning after glory— and not the marble men require for the tread of kings. It lay where it fell, gave its last strength to the olive, took the weight and kicks of common feet. And when the Lord came— […]

Body and Blood

The table set, the glass is there Drink of His love. No place for earthly glory here Drink of His love. He washes feet in humble place speaks to His chosen face to face a friend of sinners, great in grace, Drink of His love. – The broken bread His death displays Taste of His […]

He Found Nothing…

Early He came, eager, He sought and found a house of evil blend where sinners grubbed for gain of men. – the fruit the tree had never brought No prayers or silent worship wend up to God from this robber’s den – outward green as empty as rot He drove them out in wrath and […]