sacred poetry – A Bookish Charm

Lack to Love: a sonnet

Inspired by C.S. Lewis’ The Four Loves: My moon-sick eyes I turn from Sun above; Too brilliant, let me see yet silhouettes And trace them on

The hill was ghostly. Even before finding an old sign revealing its history as an early Christian burial site, I could sense the tension between

Easter morn rose grey with fog -anticipation hid- No dawn’s light to testify to what the Savior did. . Still we know and sing aloud

In reading through Mark, I was struck by the recurring use of the word “immediately.” It is used to characterize many aspects of Christ’s ministry