Pink tree painted like a splash against the sky, grey cloud glowring overhead. Sad stream teardrops striking from the sky green washed willow by the pond. – Fiddlers scatter in the skittle of the rain tall grass bowing to the breeze. Marsh walk lifted like a piece of wooden foam billion pinpricks pattering. – Lamplight […]
Read more "A Lowcountry Occasion"Creaking with the cold: groaning, sugar-sprinkled pond. Highway for a squirrel. – Plunks of sky break glass. Tiny ringlets: small, then large. Spirals in a pond. – Water flees away! Restless waves reverberate. The tire swing sways. – Whirling with the wind, ghostly whisks of red and brown mirrored in the glass – – – […]
Read more "Seasons: Four Haiku"Come, arise, in morning song, let us think of Jesus! Christ, the church’s cornerstone, risen God now lead us. Crucified by evil men, Satan’s power entombing, raised up by the Father’s hand, royal rights assuming. – Christ has sent our Comforter: Holy Ghost indwelling heralds of the gospel truth by His power, compelling. Baptized by […]
Read more "Disciples’ Hymn"It always seemed the lamb should die at night with dark like curtains, solemn, wrapped around, while pools of crimson gathered on the ground. Instead he died in milling crowds—and light. The priests were quick; their bloody hands a flight of flashing knives. The bleating sheep! The sound of death that pinched my beating heart […]
Read more "The Last Lamb"They say my God is dead and buried in some Middle Eastern tomb. Don’t ask me why they blame Him then, for all their earthly gloom. – – – – – – – – – –
Read more "What They Say…"Like a fortress, rock strong, after long days of war, like the glow of the fire warming feet on the floor, like a hot cup of tea after cold and the rain, like the silence of night after day’s noisy strain— He refreshes my soul when at last we’re alone, and I can’t help but […]
Read more "He Restores My Soul"We do not pray because our God may fail to halt or change some great disaster grim. Nor yet because by long beseeching Him our words win out and our great faith prevail. We do not seek more prayers to tip the scale of heavenly action to our earthly whim, or nudge a grudging God […]
Read more "Why We Pray"Why is this poem here? you might ask. Well I’ll have you know that it is here because, because…okay that’s hard to answer. Basically it’s random and I wanted to publish it. I figure Dr. Seuss gets to do it. And Ogden Nash (and if we’re being honest, e. e. cummings, like, all the time). […]
Read more "Booflang (the poem)"Beware the Ilakoman Vale. There’s something in the waters there— As sweet as honey, strong as ale— That clasps our souls, enchanted there. Beware the Ilakoman Vale. Beneath Beluren’s crowning peak In fields where wilder-poppies grow, They say one hears the valley speak just where the ancient waters flow— Beneath Beluren’s crowning peak. Come […]
Read more "The Ilakoman Vale"Life is one long ocean strand just touched by the horizon. It surges, swells, and dips like dells, and presses ever skyward. – Reaching shores unrecognized, it slaps against a castle then swishing foam, retreating home, it heads for open water— where whirling wind betrays the calm in gusts and squalls and lightning, and ships […]
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