Like a heathen, I let the sun warm me awake And thought of Donne but rose alone To wander a wooded lane well-dressed with summer sun In silence broken by bird call But no soul to break my fast. The wind walked lightly in treetops Gossiping of nature things And rabbits guarding the brush edgesContinue reading “Like a Heathen”
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Ink’s Dance
Ink carries so much weight Embedded in its strokes and flourishes, Laboring under our love and our war, Straining under our disordered dis-ease, Curbing our wildness to its purpose. “Speech! Speech!” we thunder. “Hear. Hear,” it rejoins in elegant serenity. The dance of its law brings us to pointe There our whirling chaos becomes aContinue reading “Ink’s Dance”
Psalm 3
You – Your Word came That living sword that pierces, Slices with a blade so quick, So pure honed that it draws no pain – At first – but then the spirit and soul divided – The joint and marrow separate – the pain comes, Spirit and soul set at enmity, this cross I bear.Continue reading “Psalm 3”
Psalm 1
Sound, trumpets; Proclaim the day of the Lord. Clang, cymbals; Make a joyous noise. Sing, seraphim. Sing, cherubim. Witness to the glory of the Lord God Almighty. There is no other higher, There is no other purer, There is no other brighter, Than the Morning Star Rising, risen, reigning. StillContinue reading “Psalm 1”
Where Does a Prayer End?
Where does a prayer end? Does it drop like a tear Into the dirt and there dissolve in mud Or like a vapor rise and fade into thin air? Let it run like a river of air where choler Will push or pull the muse’s mood For prayer is semi-divine, the illicit talk Of aContinue reading “Where Does a Prayer End?”
Liberty
Starch resistant survivors scratching existence out of mountain sides, Turning rocks into bread and weeping as covetous kings steal lambs, Will rise like rivers and sweep restraint into the sea. Liberty is a peasant woman seeking to feed her children And she teaches them first to die Before surrendering to the oppression of the un-likeminded,Continue reading “Liberty”
Votive
The votive of this sleepless night (Only peeked at by the moon As she hurriedly turns away Across the sky and seeks to hush The giddy stars into a somber mirthless march Until dawn can come to hide the sight By her greater light) Is left untouched consuming the wick And puddling the wax ThatContinue reading “Votive”
Impressionist
Do we know the beauty we create? Each word, act dropped like paint to the canvas. All pigment, all hue, all color run together. Brightness unclutched by restraining hands. A madness of unfinished Intention, There muddled until flashing into recognition. (Unwritten design drawn from us like music From a deep-souled violin and laid on air)Continue reading “Impressionist”
Dawn
Do you know how the dawn breaks? How that light lifts the lid of night, Tints this world in fiery glow To a birdsong soundtrack, And pulls the soul from slumber?
Heartbeat
I endure under the baking of Your Sun Not patiently – no saint I – but wait And watch the relentless heat break the stillness. How can nothingness be so much? I am overwhelmed by the endless sand and sky. They stretch and cover and consume my past, Breaking it down under the frailty ofContinue reading “Heartbeat”
RootsRewound 