The throbbings begin— The stretching, vague pain, Then panic and wonder are mixed Like gall and wine. I wait, with Mary, As eternity invades my heart And the two millennia between us Efface like the thinning tissues That frighten her young-girl body. She gasps,...
Now that the angels all have gone away The shepherds, too, with them Staffs no longer rattling on paving stones; And those old fog-eyed men With sand in their beards, They, too, have disappeared Like their auger bones Cast into the eastern horizon. And now...
(acrostic poem) Christ, come softly: the uneven way Has been prepared. Though angels Rampant crowd the skies, each one In his own way praising Thee– Softly, Softly come. Through tribulation and joy, This night whispers hope. (In exultation, my heart's own voice...
The glitter on the creche Seduces me from how inglorious His comings and goings were. His feet filthy from offal paths until someone thought to wash them, His hands unwashed, as the Pharisees noted. No beauty to behold except in a peek on a peak. Mostly, His sandal...
Recently on Novelmatters I posted about how much I struggle with the presence and demands of social media. You can read the post here. But I realized that this has been a problem for me for decades — even before the Internet and cellular phones. Here is a poem I...
………… . ………….Fullness . Two days ago was the coming of the great light The coming of herders The coming of angels The coming of the Child In ratcheting pain, In water and blood, In relief and peace. . Above, the star...
