On the way to Emmaus
They had killed him. Our hopes had died On that barren hill, our redeeming King, Judged like a gangster and crucified, Israel’s dream they dead degraded fling…
They had killed him. Our hopes had died On that barren hill, our redeeming King, Judged like a gangster and crucified, Israel’s dream they dead degraded fling…
The lamb born to be slain, alive once more, Springing over barbed wire of grave, The pale corpse frozen in agony raw, Thawed by the spirit’s quickening…
You are now, This atomic instance of measurable pain, In your grave. Cozy and warm. While the rest of the believers, Above the fertile, green grass Delight…
My sweet Jesus, no one can hurt you now Resting peacefully in your mother’s arms She holds you lovingly, wondering how They thought you could deserve all…
The very light here hesitates. Only a few green fringes fingering the still, green hour move. "Here" is an aperture where every pulse unhinges awe. Everything waits…
Mountains of the sky— breathing, shining, moving— white, blue, red, and rippling. Beneath sky valleys, scraping— more slowly changing, flowing— old mountains of the Earth.
There he was crippled like us waiting year after year, watching for some stirring of the waters, and someone to help him outcompete us all. And when…
If you went on to where the soul abides In tree or bloom; river or fawn; on wings Of hawk; even bluebird’s light song; ocean’s Always mysterious…
A window frame shadowed by the house’s insides Has curtains like flowing camisoles, Translucent veils printed with wings Of Holy Ghost doves or swallows in flight. Through…
Into every life a little rain must fall… There’s no rainbow without the rain… …
Humbaba never tires, Never sleeps. Protector of the Cedar Forest, He inflicts eternal unconsciousness, On naifs and wise alike. Irony abounds. "Enkidu, what men do is nothing,…
I love you from the emerald ocean to the dusky mountain From crimson sky to bountiful Earth, from sunny sun to the slicing moon, from summer sweet…