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Tuba Mirum (Wonderful Trumpet)

“Christ is risen!” “He is risen indeed!” This exchange is traditionally heard between Christians of all stripes on Easter. Later this year, I plan to self-publish Voiceless Choirs: Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs. This book will include a series of poems based on Mozart’s Requiem Mass. Requiem masses are Catholic funeral services and include themesContinueContinue reading “Tuba Mirum (Wonderful Trumpet)”

Death, be not proud

With Easter approaching, the Christian hope of resurrection is on my mind. This means poems about resurrection are also on my mind. John Donne’s poem, “Death, be not proud” is a favorite sonnet of mine in which he tells death, “You ain’t all that.” After comparing death to sleep and other temporary forms of drowsiness,ContinueContinue reading “Death, be not proud”

The Wound

“The Wound” is a poetic retrospective of coming to know God from my third book, Shadow and Memory. It will also be in an upcoming book, Voiceless Choirs: Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs. Voiceless Choirs is a collection of new and previously published poems that center on Christian spirituality. Right now, I am working withContinueContinue reading “The Wound”

Maple Seed

Jesus compared the kingdom of God to a man who scattered seed (Matt. 13:3-9). It is a marvelous parable showing that things of God are tossed out there with no guarantee that anything will take root. But the one who sows seed in the parable does it in hope that some things will spring upContinueContinue reading “Maple Seed”

Empty Hands

Well, this post could be entitled “Empty Head” because I forgot to post this morning as usual 😆 I am also posting from my phone as our power is out (wifi is down!) Oh well. Below is a selection from my newest book, The Anonymity of Waiting. It is a meditation on change and lossContinueContinue reading “Empty Hands”

Self-Portrait

Many painters have done self-portraits. The one that immediately comes to mind is “Self portrait with Bandaged Ear” by Van Gogh. I’m not sure if any poets have written self-portraits or cut off any body parts. None come to mind 🤔, but share in the chat if you’ve heard of any. While working on TheContinueContinue reading “Self-Portrait”

The Muses Are on Strike

Writer’s block or creative lulls (whatever you want to call them) are often a source of inspiration for me. I’m actually compiling a chapbook containing all my writer’s block poems. I’m a third of the way there. Just a few weeks ago the creative juices were frozen (it is winter, after all), and it poppedContinueContinue reading “The Muses Are on Strike”

The Spirit Wounds

Philip Larkin is a poet I’ve liked for many years. About four years ago, I read Larkin’s Complete Works. Among his many free verse poems are formal poems, some of which used forms I hadn’t seen before. I’m not sure if these were forms Larkin invented or are just lesser used. A couple of themContinueContinue reading “The Spirit Wounds”

A Crown for Abba Moses

Often, one thing leads to another. I was reading the draft of a friend’s book, which contained a quote by 4th century monk, Abba Moses: “‘Go, sit in your cell, and your cell will teach you everything.” I was really struck by this quote, so I looked on Amazon to see if I could findContinueContinue reading “A Crown for Abba Moses”

Underground

Today’s poem, “Underground”, is from my latest book, The Anonymity of Waiting. I wasn’t sure what I thought of this poem when I finished it or if I accomplished what I originally intended. However (odd as it may sound), it has grown on me and become a favorite. Sometimes you just need to give yourContinueContinue reading “Underground”