Rites of Passage
It may or may not be raining - A fine, light drizzle afloat On the air that dampens your face And your hands – or a steady…
Gethsemane
The cup of pain brought to my lips this night An ordained offering of bitter wine Tomorrow’s battle grips my stomach tight Dread and obedience in prayer…
The Wrecked Ship
I am nothing but a wrecked ship Drowning in the middle of th' ocean; Slowly to the bottom I slip, Full of holes and with no —…
The Waiting Room
Bend an ear by the tomato pots, Beneath the loam and garden sward O’er bent by pumpkin’s leafing splayed, A rasping murmur from un-decay: “We are the…
In the Forest at Dawn
Behind dark leaves, its velvet shines – hints, streaks. It stratifies night's margins, almost undefines the darkness, stealing without noise. Now tawny striae slip across trunks of…
Civic Duties
Perched cardinals dress the cold woods like roses. A stag lays lifeless by the oak grove. His heart rests in my bloodstained hands. He will feed my…
Maundy Thursday
Lamps burning low in the evening cold, In an upper room they sit down to eat, He washes clean their feet, love’s service told, Before their betrayal…
What is Now
What is now, is not this Only, but is all time, All places – with those Ahead and those behind In one – and so now too…
In Memoriam: The Last Poems by Glenn Hughes
The passing of Glenn "Chip" Hughes comes at a great loss to the Eric Voegelin Society and VOEGELINVIEW. Chip was a great friend of the journal and…
Palm Sunday
Riding on a donkey fit for a King, Unlike all others, passing through the crowd, Cheering you on, their cheap hosannas ring, Which shall sour into condemnation…
A Note to William Carlos Williams
“No ideas but in things” – but poems Don’t exactly deal in things. More images perhaps? That is, The thing transformed, or in a new light, As…
Transfiguration
We went up the mountain knowing Something might happen: well indeed it did. He started praying, his glory flowing, Light like a thousand suns: a truth unhid…
Two Faces of Delhi
Heavens use their chartreuse painting brushes; Chapels, pagodas fan out their doors; Sun's print on my tea, the mad crowd rushes; High-pitched bargains at greengrocers' stores; Buses'…