Well Acquainted with Grief

Yes, He knew grief—knew him like an old enemy. From the first betrayal—all His care and attention pitched for a bite of fruit—through the latest— a kiss on the cheek, an 11-man flight, a swear word on the lips of his side-kick—His heart bled. He knew the whiplash of loss; He had stared into the […]

Surely He has born our Griefs

Jesus came to heal the sick the weak, the sad, the sore, the ones stretched out in dire need the wretched and the poor. – You thought He only saved from sins? But Have you never read: – Lame men walked and mute men talked. Peter’s mother lived. – Where e’er they met him, demons […]

Epitaph of Jesus “The King of the Jews”

Where‘er he walked he was despised: we shook our heads, we rolled our eyes. Rejected one who dares to call himself the truth and us the thrall in dungeons dark and full of lies— this is why you bore the sores! you wore the sins no man endures – (and only God Himself can rise). […]

Come, O Gentle Light of Dawn

Come, O gentle Light of dawn, and rest your hand upon my weary head. Come, sense the sickness in my soul and dress and tend the whole where I have bled. Spread your warmth upon my cold for You alone can mold and wake the dead. Come, and dawn from glow to blaze, and speak […]

The Visitor

Love stood knocking at the door and when I offered silence he waited, patient, on the stoop and called my name. – Each sally I would feign to make to leave the door and quiet the tiny blurt of conscience-prod— I saw he watched the frame. – I turned from him to read the world […]

For the Everlasting One

Why does the world spin away? Each clock beats out a broken tune, hands hold on to nothing, minutes splinter in the sight of daisies— there are no hours long enough for me; I was made for You, O God from everlasting.

Varin’s Seat

Have you heard of Varin’s seat, have you heard the music bare, have you heard the salt spray songs that steel your soul in life-ish dare? – It comes on swells from Over-yon it comes in dales of aqua wave it comes all tinged in bronzish flame— the fire-gift the sky last gave. – Let […]

The Kavalcade

Pounding up the dusty trail wending wide o’er field and fen through dark shadow, over vale and past the realm of mortal men. Rides on high the Kavalcade the steed of desperate wild light the flash in sun-glare’s gleaming raid that whisks like shivers in the night. It gleams like shining, liquid air but wears […]

Dying Warrior

I saw a tree was lying, along the forest floor. a giant tumble-dying decaying, old, and sore Its clod was wrenched and mounded right angled with the ground and roots were torn and hurting that once had anchored down. The leaves lay brown and whispless, dis-playing with the breeze while squirrels and woodland creatures hopped […]

Cafe Blues

The place to go when feeling blue is found beside a small cafe shaded by the ivy boughs, where one can sit to chat the day while shadows shroud from passing view in shaded cool and evening blue. – – –

melenoria

Poetry