Tag: Poem

For Evan who wants to pray

One string was laid Perhaps by grace. It had no sound Not one trace. One string was pulled And held in tension. But made no sound Not one mention. The string was plucked And laughed a bit. It had a voice But not quite…

I will be replaced

There was a Jew from Bethlehem and He loved. (John 15: 9 -11) It was a story, simplified. (Matthew 22:36-39) For us, the ones outside. (Romans 11:17-18) He came from the kingly line. (Matthew 1:1-17) The people entrusted. (Romans 3:1-2) A covenant not made…

These ruins for the future

Across from the Colosseum I romanticized the past, Like I could be a part of something. I could align with ruins that remain. I have seen it. And I’ll show them. Although, it was beautiful. Building blocks, today, are shaped; half-directed by life, half-directed…

Easter Dresses Contemplative

I saw you in every color and I recognized what I hadn’t seen. I saw you blossom so I planted more. I saw you hugging and my distances were narrowed. I didn’t wait to see you. I only needed to see. Photo at Annandale…

Simultaneous Words

Rising emerged as one was my downfall. There were no parts but a congealed unit That announced itself by agreeing. So I divided and let each part conquer with its own language, that came from one word. They speak of joyful destruction. And one…

We Talked

It was night, but the door was open. You saw me look through a latticed gate. You always said that you had known then. You had the stories to conflate. You weren’t burdened to understand. I was whole from your side. The metal blocks, a…

Never Certain

“We unknowingly live out this resistance to being known in much of our lives, not the least of which is in our religious practice, as demonstrated by our obsession with knowing and believing the right things about God, about Jesus, about our theology, and…

The days

Trevi Fountain. Rome, Italy

If I bring new fruit with arms full, would past secede to dawning? If I hide my form in capricious tulle, would you accept the conning? If I bow my head like strangers meet, am I an untried Miss? This trifle I’ll do, but…