poetry – Page 6 – Today, if you hear his voice

New Birds — a poem

New Birds The low, pink-gold lightof an evening in winterMade new birds in the treeBehind my house. Standing underneath and looking up,I was astonished byTheir tropical candescence,Bright bursts of feathers on their breastsWhich glowed like embersAs they flitted westward,Following the pull of the Brightnesswhich had lain itself bareupon their transformed bodies. A sharing of brilliance,UnassumingContinueContinue reading “New Birds — a poem”

Four Advent Sonnets

Four Advent Sonnets for my 2019 Christmas Story Ever since I was seven years old I have written a Christmas story with my family. This is a cherished tradition. I invite you into my living room to share in what I wrote this year. Advent has traditional characters that help us walk through the activeContinueContinue reading “Four Advent Sonnets”

A New Sonnet: Facing the Eternal Word

Channeling Something True I’m slowly memorizing 1 John 3. Some scholars doubt that the same person who wrote the Gospel of John also wrote the letter of 1 John. They cite Greek grammar differences for this assertion. Pseudopigraphy is the fancy word for false attribution in ancient texts. It was not uncommon in ancient communities.ContinueContinue reading “A New Sonnet: Facing the Eternal Word”

So I Started Writing Sonnets

Six sonnets I wrote. Sonnets help me meditate and hopefully they help you see something I see, or better see something you’ve seen.

Eulogy for the Pinelands

Oliver Speaks for the trees Today I wept tears as I saw the writing on the wall of the Crowne Plaza Ballroom in Cherry Hill. So many of us were there to say “no” to a proposed pipeline conceived to send freshly fracked natural gas from Pennsylvania through the Pinelands to a coastal power plantContinueContinue reading “Eulogy for the Pinelands”

Holy, Holy Geese

I don’t think I can tell people enough that in Celtic iconography the Holy Spirit is often represented as a wild goose. To the Celts of ancient Ireland and Scotland, Ah Geadh-Glas (Wild Goose) was a more apt description of their experience of the Holy Spirit. How caged and docile is your experience with the HolyContinueContinue reading “Holy, Holy Geese”