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Category Archives: poetry
Succession
Arguing succession and success,was the prophetic failure of deatha threat to their ambition, or of what were they afraid: the banality of the cross,perverse instinct of humankind to kill, to crush instead of to create; or the riposte of otherworldly … Continue reading
Get thee behind, Satan
A piercing crown of loneliness, seductive pain plays behind the eyes; a weary hand passes over as though palming pennies for the dead. Easier to surrender now to sleep and rise in glory than to die. Who then, though, to … Continue reading
Ephphatha
The risks of cracking ajar the teeth, loosing the tongue of fire fanned by vague spirits, unstopping the ears, allowing the world to pound its wares upon its drums outweighed in an instant by the shriek of an eagle drafting … Continue reading
Walking on water
Because the clutch between creation and Creator is solid. Because the Word that spoke light into being fills the space between waves and atoms so that none is wasted, so that there is not room between one thought of God and another to … Continue reading
Leftovers
One made bread pudding, another, croutons for soup.One mashed them in milk next day for the baby’s breakfast. The important thing was, they got to keep the crumbs, got to bring bread home, swapping hunger for sufficiency, sharing recipes for remainders;that … Continue reading
Genesis
I heard that they found a cave on the moon. Even from this twilight I can see craters and cliffs; I cannot imagine that there would not be a cave, but this, they said, could become a home from home, … Continue reading
The Nativity of John the Baptist
How terrifying to give birth through these bones that ache with age, flesh that bears the scars of the hungry years; and nearby, Zechariah wrings out words with his eyes: Breathe. Just breathe. Pleasedo not cease to breathe. The birth waters reach their flood; over them the … Continue reading
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To speak in parables
To speak in parables: to open the teeth and loose the tongue, to taste truth beyond the metaphor, spit out outrageous similes for God, who is similar to nothing and almost everything; to explain them to his friends: to draw … Continue reading
The having of forgiveness
It seem to me that the way to remain unforgiven is to look forgiveness in the face and to mistake it for something altogether other, like a child in a hall of mirrors who sees distortion as reality and recoils … Continue reading
Sabbath
Sabbath jubilee: release for the withering will, slow unfurling of a sharply-curved grasp to rejoice in defiant mercy, revolutionary rest; the gift and obligation to lie down like a branch strewn before the quiet feet of God After a hiatus, … Continue reading
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