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

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

Beautiful Shore Night is the terror of entaloned prey The one hunted by spirits The one stalked by shadows Night is the peace of the lake ever still Not hurried by any earth curse Not labored by any far shore Night is the echo of unanswered silence The sound of a breaking promise The sound of a departing hope Night Read More