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Birdsong

It’s about this time of the morning - As now - the blackbirds and The thrushes start their songs: And one, I see, a thrush, sits High…

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Resurrection

I am already a dead man: I have broken faith With the life entrusted to my treasuring, and Not once, but again and again, as if at…

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Travel: A Poem

The birds that traverse the garden – Emerging to sight above the hedge, The silvery magnolia tree, the rose Branches splayed against the sky – From east…

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Made in Italy: A Poem

There is this room. There are the paintings, Family photographs standing in their frames, Sofas, cushions – books, magazines, coasters On the table – the little Italian…

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Philosophy and the Beyond

"The philosophies of this world are blind to true divinity—the living God”.  This introductory proposition summarizes a traditional indictment of Christianity as represented most notably by Saint…

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