Who Shall Declare His Generation? Sonnet Prayers Through the Gospel of Matthew
Matthew 1 The Book of the Generation of Jesus Christ JESUS, “God with us,” who begat mankind, May your life and your words begat in us A…
The First Six Seals
I have no utensils, not a blanket. At one point I was given sheets by local people, but I gave them to a pregnant women. We feel…
The Journey
This man wants you to worship, Through him, a merciful God. He’s dressed For the part. You wouldn’t choose this outfit For an ordinary day’s work. I…
Dance of the Sky
As I look up at the stars That sing to me from afar, I dwell in that spirit divine Giving life to this soul of mine. My…
Electric Birds
Out in that vast dark we had to keep sight Of what brought us to that desert kingdom, Beneath which swam the darkest currency. Soldiers to the…
Deus ex Machina
1. Trash The traffic tears down this small hill - Two lanes turning right at the lights, And an occasional race or contest As they merge heading…
Poets’ Cento
I At the end of a clear blue day, entwined honeysuckle & jasmine stamens lust for tasting, the hour loneliness lay open to the sky. You came…
Mrs Nevines’ Bird Sanctuary, Co. Antrim
Mrs Nevines’ bird sanctuary looks at first Like a meshed community of cages Where birds get better – or worse, End up in the world of her…
Nailing It
That’s the sound of unpractised hammering: Different from a nail hit hard, straight, head- To-head, with none of the light repetitive Clinks. And now, over the fence,…
The Annunciation
1 The angel leans on one knee, right palm and two fingers raised in blessing, the skirts of his red robe flow behind him, his wings stand…
Rushed Gods
The shades of night engulf the beaming day As metal and plastic cars race each free way. Was our life always fast? The forlorn moon can’t wait…
Lines Like Incense
May my prayer be set before you like incense -Psalm 141:2 Smoke of incense with prayers of the holy ones Went up before God from the hand…
Where Can Roots Be Sown?
A strip of paper through the grass is blown, I sense it grapples and it yearns to stay; On a windy street, where can roots be sown?…
Prayer: A Poem
Lord of anxiety and small troubles, Lord of desolate mornings, I have insulted the wind and sun; forgive me. Lord of defensive motionlessness, I have slighted the…
I Can’t Eat With Jesus
Jesus is in this northern mining town he walks the street at night beneath the streetlight’s muted glow missing a few teeth. He’s always alone, and when…