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
Category: Poetry
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
Two Poems for St. Andrew’s
When I moved to St. Andrew’s, Scotland to pursue my master’s degree, I was convinced that I would love that little town of stone and
