Category Archives: poetry

Holy Week

Seven days. Seven shades of suffering silence. Seven last words: thirst, famine, fever, finality, yet, too, there is forgiveness, family, a future spit from split lips, a dry tongue still willing to kiss the face of God

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The prayer of Lazarus

The prayer of Lazarus, silent by necessity. Continue reading →

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Marked men

Later, they sit silent as the grave side by side,
watching a late sun set over the Jordan… Continue reading →

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Well

“Come, see a man who told me all that I ever did.” John 4:29 Continue reading →

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In time

Without time,
can even God make a beginning? Continue reading →

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Penitence

After William Wordsworth’s “Preface to Lyrical Ballads,” 1800 Recollected in tranquillity, passions burnt beyond their embers. Unguarded breath conjures dust devils, smoke without fire, echoes of disgrace remembered by the ashen light of dawn. Dignified in variegated gray, sifted, judiciously, … Continue reading →

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Bitter

Stone on my tongue cold and bitter grit rasps my teeth sets them on edge sharp and dangerous; my heart is in my mouth. Take this heart of stone the bitter grit; feed me sweet flesh feed me sweet honeyed … Continue reading →

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Return

Without prayer my words are empty air Without silence I bellow in the wind Without praise my anger turns to bitterness Without passion my blood runs wasted cold Without humility endurance loses its endeavour Without return disquiet finds no rest … Continue reading →

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Unfinished

Silk, the colour of home patterned anew knotted behind; her fingers ache to run through his hair, silk upon silk; almost done. She leaves her gift on the bed, silk upon silk, runs to the airport, where she waits

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Truth

  Truth is not proud, running his calloused hands across the welt of guilt, knowing good from evil, deliverance from dependence on temptation to sway the scales. Truth is not innocent of the burden of each deficit of decency, quavering … Continue reading →

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