Sweet “Stille Nacht” is but a prayer;No silent night was this, When angel hosts announced on highThe birth of God with Us. Holy, yes, but
Category: Poetry
Conjunction
Unlike that lone first star of Christmas nightThis union burns expectedly above, But like that light, this, too, shines highest, brightAnd may still testify of
Thank Goodness for the Laundry Pile
My work has gone mostly remote again, which at first was something of a relief. After barely a day of emails instead of interaction, though,
A Blessing for Identity
May I never say I was once a singer,But only ever that I was and am. And may I never say I was a runner,
Stubborn Justice
Reformation Sunday always startles me into awe. As a staunch rule-follower, I am constantly shocked by the reminder of God’s grace in Christ. Of course,
Organ Sonnet 1
Until sent stepping down the pedals—scalar,My feet were not sure of their footing hereBut then, at once, my most pressing fearBecame naught but a small
