Holy Holy Holy The hills are robed in lavender, The sky is dressed in pink;     He has given to you this dance. Who commands the hills to robe? Who calls on the sky to dress?     He has given to you this dance. Angels appear as Abraham’s stars, Singing promises ever and true;     He has Read More

Hard Pressed Why call we white paper Innocent? It has been shredded and boiled and bleached And pressed And cut down to a ready size; And we, thinking of our staining touch, hesitate To bring it only closer to home. 10/22/2023

They only asked us to be mindful of the poor, the very thing I was eager to do. — Galatians 2:10 At points like this I can barely recognize Paul. When he says “Who will free me from this body of sin?” I say “Amen! Amen!”, but here, in passages like this, I do not know what he is talking Read More

Parasite’s Epiphany A lake is a pillar upholding the sky Deep unto deep resounding Cool serenity and cold chaos What a fearful thrill to paddle tip touch Fathom to fathom, or to test A little further courage– Mirrored in mockery, parable in parody — Shy retreat styled bold reach Finding nothing, no thing hidden; Nothing we can compass, compressed As we Read More