This is the space between all life and death, Between his final cry and second-first breath;The stillness between singing and applause,Between the reign of love
Tag: christian poet
V. The Paralytic (2:1-12)
People just keep goingAround, across, Any way they can.Directionless,They do not notice the manWho motionless,Waits. They step over me, Their limbs stretching usefullyEven as they
An Advent Poem
Empty, the sanctuary waits beneath a tree, beneath a cross— the branches a burden and trough to bear body and newborn king. White wails of a
A Bookish Charm 