The sky streams bright, a thousand streams of burnished, flashing light power vaster than the sea that dulls the brightest fireside in white and holy flame. – A voice that speaks, a mighty voice of bold encouragement: A Savior come to earth for us? Greater David, David’s town? a child-spark, a flame? – Now hosts […]Read more "The Shepherds’ Watch (pt. 2)"
Long ago, the promise came to a man and woman wrung from their first grasp of evil. Justice, yes, but mercy’s flame flickered brightest in the words the Wronged Sovereign gave. He Himself would take our frame— the Maker knit together in a virgin’s womb. Angels at His birth proclaimed hope for all the earth […]Read more "Yahweh Saves"
Sing praises to the Mighty One and worship Him this morn, enlarge your heart to praise the name of Jesus Christ the thorn. – There obscure and unadorned was baby Jesus born yet Shepherds, angels, wise men bowed in praise to Jesus Christ the thorn – No glorious beauty He possessed the faithful, long fore-sworn. […]Read more "Christ, the Thorn"
My singular hope the fiery rebuke of God nailed on Innocence.Read more "My Singular Hope"
No darkness, no cross, no death-wound of heart could keep Christ from his friends. They ate and talked and sang and slept while He loved them till the end.Read more "Till the End"
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"
Forge-created, etched in image fair. Heated, glowing, pounded down in place: form and likeness of the royal heir – Payed in secret and in open air. Merchants nod to see the well-known face: forge created, etched in image fair. – Jostle carried; through the open square a group of scholars clustered, in a space: the […]Read more "Etched"
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"
When you did come, O God triumphant to Jerusalem, what of longing or of grief mingled with the shouts that long ago were owed to their great king? – And how serene and strong the Fire and Zeal of Bethlehem consistent as the turning earth walked and whipped and worked pointing them to heaven and […]Read more "Triumphant"
Thank You, Lord, for children— little humans, full of life— laughing, jumping, singing, running; little robbers, demanding money, time, energy, patience; still, little diamonds, worth the cost— their words, their smiles, their hands, their hugs! small, magnificent treasures, lost in the quest for jobs, houses, clothes, cars; little children— made by God— whom Jesus never […]Read more "Thanksgiving: Children"