I wonder if that frog thinks the world is just a fevered dream inside his pond… – or does his mirror reflect, in green- translucent shine, the way creation always meant to be?Read more "Frog"
When man first came to be and watched from out the windows of his eyes the shifting world about he saw the shine of sunlight on the waves and perceived, invisible, the rushing brush that bowed the trees, he knew the richness of his world and loved it. – When man first turned his mind […]Read more "The Glasses"
O earth—friend—how nice you look today— your soft, pink blankets spread across the sky, inviting with the gentle touch of dawn. Your brown and rusted leaves you flag-like fly, a kindred spirit calling me to stay. Do you know how much I want to stay? My whole heart withers as I step away— […]Read more "Restless"
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 a breath that swept, omnipotent, in touch across the field unknown but still unknowingly at dawn the earth in satured palates rose anon. – And […]Read more "And It Was So"
All the teeming earth rejoices! Man and beast belong to God; founded on a sea of water, still preserved upon the flood. – Refrain: Lift up you heads, oh Zion’s gates! Be lifted up you ancient doors and let the King of Glory in. Behold the God of Zion come! – Who can climb up […]Read more "The King of Glory (Psalm 24)"
Yahweh, my joy, To You I lift my voice. To You who know the heart of man. To You who formed the hands and eyes and wrote the skill with which men use the two. – I feel my heaviness, Oh Lord, the tear-jerked sob of uselessness. I cannot run, I cannot walk I cannot […]Read more "To You I Lift My Voice"
The earth is stretched around its corners—tight, a spheric ship that travels through the seas of stars and roiling nova bursts that freeze or burn the thinning air around them, bright. And yet it journeys on, ship-shape and right with all precarious cargo: like the trees, and every crawl crustacean in the seas that hurtle […]Read more "Preservation"
God gave the tiny puff bird his stately majesty. In black striped gray, with easy grace, he rests. And knows his place. – – – – – – – – –Read more "The Bird"
Floating light-clad pillars gleam and deck the stately splendor of the hall. Beams of whiteness, shafts of snow. Highways of life. – Crystal voices echoing in force, more elegant than stems of frozen glass, but big; like waves and crashing foam and surf re-echo through and ’round and in the halls. – Allelujahs! Tongues and […]Read more "Heaven"