sifting sands
Abraham, I’m tired. Tired of not knowing, still keeping going, no roots for growing. My roots lie back in the boreal forest, but it’s unlikely I’ll ever return....
Month: October 2008
Redeemed (a short liturgy)
Covered only in shame he cries outThe weight of a thousand offences bending and bruisingAnd he is redeemed. Prayers like tears slip from the concentrated anguis...
morning poem
The sun makes its way over meadows of hayAnd the golden light scatters like rainThe light-thirsty ground welcomes day as it roundsPast the moon that is starting...
what is love?
Love is one of the scariest and most difficult teachings of the Christian faith. If you think that talking about love is wishy-washy or warm and fuzzy, then you...
my October
my October winter’s appetizer with the end bitten offdull and drypoplar boneyards rattling in the front yarddarkening days I sat at the windowglass eyesmo...