My Singular Hope
My singular hope the fiery rebuke of God nailed on Innocence.
Read more "My Singular Hope"My singular hope the fiery rebuke of God nailed on Innocence.
Read more "My Singular Hope"Each day unfolds more leaves squinting in the sunshine welcome, newborn life!
Read more "Springtime Haiku"morning lay just beyond the stone the air washed clean of pain and sorrow in the darkness fingers brushed against linen smoothed folded over set apart for John bare feet on cool stone and the gilded glow of a new day
Read more "Grave Clothes"Christ now raised and seated high, reigning Great Exalted, Lord of Light who hope supplied: life when death assaulted, Savior over sin and gloom Mystery of redemption, lead us to the empty tomb turn our gaze to heaven. – Shameless one you shared our shame lamb of God forsaken! Blameless Son You wore our blame: […]
Read more "Christ the Great Exalted"The body, languid, lowered from on high lies heavy, cold, and formless on the earth. The voice that drove the temple doves to sky the kingly hope— lies strangled in its birth. So all deceivers living in the dearth of truth will ever be. And now instead the rightful rulers: scribes and men of worth […]
Read more "That Deceiver Said…"Look what Christ can do— bound as He was to a cross, weary and strangled in pain, a joke on the lips of man, a curse on the lips of God— death of the Immortal. He died like no one else— the pride of the Father’s eyes, a portal torn in the veil from Satan’s […]
Read more "What Christ Can Do"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"Like gently playing chords first loud then…nonchalantly………soft; the secret siphoning of information from my mind to where my students sit and accidentally learn.
Read more "The Art of Teaching"