-
Enduring the Cross
“… look[] to Jesus the pioneer and perfecter of our faith, who for the sake of the joy that was set before him endured the cross, disregarding its shame, and has taken his seat at the right hand of the throne of God.” (Hebrews 12:2, NRSV)
-
Log Entry
Today’s poetic attempts lie on the page. Unfinished. Entangled in squiggles, dead ends, cross-outs. But that’s the nature of experimentation. Not every filament lit up Edison’s bulb. Most flashed and crumbled into ashes. So I’ve flipped the switch today. A quick feeble light and embered darkness. Time to strike a match and light a candle.…
-
Hold Fast
“Let us hold fast to the confession of our hope without wavering, for he who has promised is faithful.” (Hebrews 10:33, NRSV)
-
With Passion
A party gathers in the streets flash-mobbing by word-of-mouth raising voices as one with joy. Hosanna in rhythm he’s coming hosanna hosanna I see him ecstatic hosanna Amen shed robes wave palms amen amen he’s here Yes look see yes Oh! Now is the time! This is the day! We are the ones! He is…
-
Sanctified
“And it is by God’s will that we have been sanctified through the offering of the body of Jesus Christ once for all.” (Hebrews 10:10, NRSV)
-
Punctuation
A rough row of trees, mulberry and locust and hackberry, angles nearly south by west on the brome-blanketed slope too small to earn the name “hill.” Entwined among the trees and stumps run the rusted traces of an abandoned barbed wire fence bearing the marks of past owners– patches and fortifications. One iron post punctuates…
-
Written on the Heart
“But this is the covenant that I will make with the house of Israel after those days, says the LORD: I will put my law within them, and I will write it on their hearts; and I will be their God and they shall be my people.” (Jeremiash 31:33, NRSV)
-
From Post to Post
What makes a poem a poem and not a piece of prose? Is the spark a glint in readers’ eyes as they pass across the page? Or does the destiny of words descend from tip of poet’s pen? Beauty finds life in the beholder’s eye. We know it when we see it. Perhaps poetry emerges…
-
Dog’s Head Moon
In today’s Holocene epoch, Nebraska lies far from the ocean, but the dry grassy stems of last season’s brome shift and sift into a sandy beach through eyes slitting and squinting. I lie on my back in the field, crunching the brittle blades, and close my eyes. The sun, tame at this distance, warms my…
-
Purest Gold
“As for God, his ways are perfect; the word of the Lord, purest gold.” (Psalm 18:31, LH)