Perhaps you find in your relationship with the Lord that intimacy brings its own kinds of tension, as this poem demonstrates.The Communion MatchOh, body of Christ!Oh, body of Christ!Oh blood-filled poresOh bones wrenched out of socketsBy its own newly-paralytic...
Here's a poem about the relationship of icons to linguistic representations.Yours is the language of maps,The tracing out with light-veined fingerThe green veins of mountainsStroking softly, just with the padsOf the sides of your thumbsThe ochre lushness of a...
This Incite Blog entry will take a different turn today. I'm working on a description of the “logic” of anger. It follows here:He remembered the very first time he rode a train, the unobstructed views of skies and clouds for hundreds of miles, the...
I offer this poem for all those who are mourning the loss of the companionship of loved ones. Take heart: They have escaped this world.n Memoriam:A Saint PassesPassing:Like a little bird breakingFrom small confinesInto limitless light, shimmering sun;Breathless, wings...
Everyone knows that poetry doesn't “sell.” Publishers don't want to print it, students groan aloud at the prospect of studying it. And poetasters have set our teeth on edge. So why in the world would I want to concentrate on it?Because it does what no...
Some of you know that our son, Ryan, recently underwent surgery for thyroid cancer. It was on Easter Sunday as he sat beside me in the pew that I wrote this poem. It is here, in churchI realizeThat push has comeTo shove I sit here beside my son,My strong manchild,His...
