Poetry/Short Stories


Poetry

One day, Poetry came to find me. It was like any other day, As moss grows And ravens crow, Poetry invaded my soul.   In what felt Like a microcosm Of the big bang, Light and matter Flashed Into existence. Order from chaos.   Water Lashed its wet tongue Against A rusty, Salty lock At the bottom of the ocean. …Continue reading →

Curiosity of the Forgotten

O, the splashing, spraying and spitting Of white foam on jagged rocks. O, the cracking, crunching and crumbling Of ocean waves in a rhythmic ebb-n-flow: Transcendent deep blue slurps The imminent sand in retreat And then lunges towards me Thirsty with curiosity Like a playful kitten.   Sitting. Breathing. Watching. Listening On the veranda of a Mexican beach house, While …Continue reading →

Paradox of Pottery

Terracotta earth. Fired clay. A kiln. A glaze. A cool breeze to cement the work of the day. Timeless art of caked, cracked hands Soothing voluptuous jars from indigenous sands. Tender touch of gravity’s fall Leaks water’s conversion to wine. Man-made earthen vessels blessed by the divine To celebrate a wedding, but more importantly, The God-Man’s reversal of the Fall. …Continue reading →

Pure Bliss

Barefoot I walk in a dew-filled meadow. The sky flashes with your love. A crayon pack of shooting stars Trail ribbons of fire in their wake. Your arms reach across the horizon Bridging the lacuna between heaven and earth. A wondrous cause-n-effect ensues: Lilies caress lilacs and lilacs caress lavender Nudging the great oak awake.   I doze into a …Continue reading →

Plight of an Artist

The plight of an artist Bleeds stripes of passion. Across the back of a scarred soul, Where self-medication takes its guilt-ridden toll, The soul of an artist curves Like a beam of light At the edge of a black hole Bending reality With hungry arms And a thirsty tongue Suckling deep At the breast of a lover’s song.   The …Continue reading →

“Ode” by William Wordsworth

This is one of my favorite stanzas (V) from Wordsworth’s romanticized poem, better known as “Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood.” This poetic paragraph takes for granted a biblical (or Platonic) pre-existence, which mourns the loss of a child’s vision of an ideal world fading away “into the light of common day,” in what feels like a …Continue reading →

Sweetness

Like grape branches that must be lifted up and placed along a cross-like trellis to produce fruit, allow your thoughts and feelings to be lifted up to the Cross of Calvary, so the Gardner can help you cultivate virtuous fruit. If you let Him, He will even lift up your heavy, anxious branches and wrap them around Himself, the Cross, …Continue reading →

The Running Man

I wrote this poem about the recent death of a close friend of mine. The world lost a wonderful warrior of God. But what is our loss is heaven’s gain. I will forever remember his brave, compassionate soul. The only contrast here–in the City of Gold–is the ample gems under my feet. Fluorite and tanzanite, topaz and amethyst, emerald and …Continue reading →

“The Divine Image” by William Blake

To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love All pray in their distress; And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love Is God, our father dear, And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love Is Man, his child and care. For Mercy has a human heart, Pity a human face, And Love, the human form divine, And …Continue reading →

“Present” by Luci Shaw

This is one of my favorite poems by Luci Shaw. It’s a brief but beautiful picture of the deleterious effects of the atonement on Christ and its beneficial effects for us. At light speed, God speed, time collapses into now, so that we may see Christ’s wounds as still bleeding, his torso, that ready sponge, still absorbing our vice, our …Continue reading →

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