The rumble thunder far away the sky gone grey and stone the wind path still…………………like holding breath as sits the leaden, sober stress: I stand vibrant here and live because He bled. For me. – The shrugs and shirks—the lethargy, the bow and bend to idle sins pursued with passion down the path or sometimes! […]Read more "Substitute"
It was in a garden where the firstfruits of our race found that joy and life was there that Providence had placed. But there inside a garden wall of shrubs and trees and berries all our cancer sin began to bloom The death of light the world of doom. – It was in a garden […]Read more "The Song of the Garden"
Broken like a casket box– then waves of sudden cold puddle on the head and hair dripping off the beard. Overpowering all else an earthen, floral note– extravagant, and rich embarrassment of eager zeal. – Lasting for a moment–just the ostentatious show outpoured, and used and sudden–gone. a year of lavished work. Just so–the trail […]Read more "Mary’s Memoriam"
The sky resigns; a silent kind of cry that lies outside the mire of our lies and uncontrolled, cannot be rolled into the fabric of our sinful lives. – The sun has sunk in protest or in fears, as noonday freezes sight with night and now the rays that filled our days strike us with […]Read more "This Was the Son of God"
I denied the Lord and pounding from down deep the hope I’ve been asleep, and, waking, find I’ve never said a word. – The words just tumbled out my mouth (again) Why can’t they take a hint? The turncoat clots that hang on tight and talk and trick and trip Wherever Je…the Rabbi goes They […]Read more "Negatio"
He sits upon that colt more like a king than like the teacher crowds so long to throng. He teaches, talks, and answers every wrong and slips away from all the traps they spring. He speaks in riddles, uttering a thing that grows no clearer though explained. And long I wait, and follow through the […]Read more "Dark Sonnet"
If you had heard The Lord that day His words chased all the scribes away, then you would know the scriptures say that rocks and trees would sing His way. – If you had seen the learned priest schooled in scripture by the least of little words, then you would feast, on truth that’s […]Read more "Bread of Life"
Growing outward toward the sun and finding in themselves the green and liquid life, increased in state: the stuff of fame the fronds that grew to fan the royalty. _____ And yet today, they find themselves torn from source, and carried, triumphed, in the air. As people shout around and crowd, they throw their palm […]Read more "Dying Life"
…– Silence is a word, a world separated from the source that gives its pulsing veins the life to joy inside its God. – Silence is a grave. a tomb, a stony slab of quiet. Come to stay forever in the night: the pulsing vain-ness of a life lived outside its Lord. – – – […]Read more "SIlence"
Dear cross, I too, with tangled view would bow before the beams which held the body of our mutual lord and king. – The every lash, of my tongue’s cash of caramelized iniquity I come in anxious sorrowful to bring – Whole storms of lust, at every thrust that felled my heart’s façade of good […]Read more "Dear Cross"