Come in parts before the world would arm and hear the music swelling in the breeze that first gave form and substance to the plans of heav’nly wisdom. And like the breath that swept, omnipotent in touch, across the field unknown and still unknowingly at dawn the earth in satured palates rose anon. – And […]Read more "And It Was So"
Tonight we cross the waters black as coal. We row beneath the stars we blotted out. The only sound—the sloshing of the waves, relentless echoes of the knife-like pain. We row alone like exiles in the dark. And now you speak who know my troubles best. You feel with me the wounds that plague my […]Read more "A Night of Rowing"
The frost lies hardened on the frozen ground, the trees encased in glassy slips of ice. A lonely raven calls across the field of silent white. The air is fresh and hard. I stand outside among my fields and look down at the rows of dying, stubbled corn: the husks of harvest—gone until the spring. […]Read more "Medieval Advent"
“I defy the Pope and all his laws. If God spare my life, ere many years I will cause the boy who drives the plough to know more of the scriptures than thou dost.” […]Read more "The Book and the Ploughboy"
The day will come to lay our swords to rest And enter victors to the Light of home, But we are soldiers set on foreign soil. For now, we press our shields against the blows Of evil ranks stretched to horizons all Around. We lift our swords and charge the horde As arrows fly […]Read more "Song of the Soldiers"