Category Archives: Poetry

Lost Words

Have you ever stepped into heaven? Words deserted you. Have you ever stepped into spring? Again, language vanished. Warm tears of mothersmelt the icy and broken hearts of children,flowing from generation to generationuntil all sorrow runsinto one vast ocean. Everything … Continue reading

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“Road”

I do not speak for others.There is only this voice—returning, uncertain of itself,still learning its own measure. In sorrow, and in the brief mercy of joy,in the falling and the rising again,there is one road— not chosen once and forgotten,but … Continue reading

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Losing Poem

Strange—yes, quietly strange—after the gentle praise,after the book has gone outlike a child sent into the world,finding its place among unknown hands,there is no fullness waiting for me—only a widening silence,a thinning of what I thought was mine. What once … Continue reading

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Peace Song

I am a baby boomer, and I go on—yes, go on—dreaming of one clear day without war,a day when no nation hardens steel for harm,when no child wakes to sirens in the dawn,when maps are not corrected by fire. I … Continue reading

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Acorn Tree

– at St. Mark in Knoxville, TN I have often stood in awe and confessed,“What a divine tree!”She reads and recordsthe lives passing by.She is sacred.To walk into her presenceis itself a blessing. And after standing beneath her,I enter the … Continue reading

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Publication of My First Poetry Collection

My body trembled through the night with cold.My teeth kept timeto their own hard music,and no waitingcould quiet them. It was Wednesday morning,the eighth of April.I had a brunch to keepwith David, who brought my first book to birth,and Kenny, … Continue reading

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The Cross

—at Church Street I felt the breath of the Creator—not distant, not concealed—but moving among us,tender as light on open skin,vast as the unseen tide. Time did not pass—it opened.It widened into stillnesswhere all moments meet. Creation—and Crucifixion—not two, but … Continue reading

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Story of Mirror

Toward Palm Sunday One morningI stood before the mirror— and something small,almost nothing,unsettled me: my left handhad become the right,my right the left. If the mirror were faithful to the end,my feet would rise upward,my head hang downlike a lantern … Continue reading

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A Confession of Vaulting Box

The box stood there—small to others,but to methe first mountain. I ran,touched the edge,failed—and when it rose a little higher,fear grew beyond measure. So I turned awayand called it truth. — A quiet cloud followed—standing just outsideevery circle. Others flew—light … Continue reading

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“Prayer”

Prayer is creation— the sprouting of life formed out of nothing, a rainbow bridge painted across the open sky, the fiery chariot of the sun rising through the darkness. Prayer is blessing. By the Spirit who led Israel, prayer becomes … Continue reading

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