Domestic Altar
On a cold autumn morning A winter storm was moaning But away indoors there arose a hush Quieting ourselves from the season's rush For Father was then…
The Unfinished Sentence
In your insular grave You sleep, Surrounded by motion, life, illusions, vanity, hypocrisy. This is the end – The beginning, others say. Nothingness, The eternal abyss. From…
A Prayer to Saint Anthony
I dreamed, and in the dream of which I now relate, I saw St. Anthony summoned to St. Peter’s golden gate. “Dear patron saint of finding things…
Multyfarnham Abbey
Sandstone speckled stone walls, in eventide communicate sun’s daily worship. Atmosphere is tensed by sweat of brow and hands of prayer. As pilgrims our hearts and minds…
Feeling that Love Divine
As my eyes wandered up to view the sky My heart began to feel that Love Divine.
Divine Indwelling
The world is dark, but you are light, I reach inside to seek your face, Your glorious majesty is my delight, When we meet in our secret…
Angry Olympus Awaits
We kings and queens have let Our subjects run amok. They line up on our stoop and wait For us to straighten up. Their anxious anger lies…
Staccato Note
brittle leaves scatter along the empty street stars wavering in the chilling breeze rusting and rustling trees in the lamplight waxing moon growing to fullness I am…
God’s Scarecrow
The people stood by and watched; The rulers, meanwhile, sneered at him ~ Luke 23:35 Husk and shell of yourself, and yourself only nothing But so…
The Half-Girl
Sit down with me and settle in. In just a moment, we’ll begin. It’s hard work to tell these tales. It’s harder work to listen well, But…
The Back Side of the Sun
When I cry with bitter tears, such that if you happen to wash in their pool I fear you may get poisoned, don't send your reasonable questions…
The Hundred Sounds of the Wood
I would sleep better knowing I was near to The hundred sounds of wood Wood carved, cut, sawed, splintered Soft wood snapped underfoot, Hard wood cracked by…
According to Zuckerman
Life is the adventure of losing your way: how wise that sounds, such a reassuring anapaestic paradox, but is it true or merely clever? The adventure may…