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Drawing on My Cigarette Drawing on my cigarette — it’s the last one before I set it in the past, but the future beckons me to draw once more like all the times before and maybe more It’s time to quit, you see, yet as soon as I say “free” there appears that unseen law it compels, impels me— I …
Here are two poems, one that is nearly ancient, Horizon (it’s of my first poems), and the other, I Wander this Wasteland, which is not so ancient but one that came from an ancient feeling I had inside one day. That feeling came from a vague reminiscence of the poem Ozymandias, by Percy Bysshe Shelley (if you haven’t read it, you must!). I …
If I Would See If I would see me from beside, Beside the self whose eyes divide Each action from the thought, Would I see a different man or not? The spirit knows the inner me But flesh and limbs can better see What my thoughts have wrought, The goals I’ve truly sought. Intentions, motives, rise and fall Though speak …
The Relativist’s Song Have you seen me walk on air? With lofty speculation I make each thoughtful stair It rises higher, higher as my musings plumb and dare to search the depths of meaning made. I despise those who rise– who impose their meaning here; for there is no story to explain my story, there is no meta-narrative. All that …
Thin Religion In a week without the Word in few places I seek the Lord My prayers are found in food, though sometimes missing; they’re in an anxious sigh when in danger my foot is slipping; they’re in a tiny rock stuck in my eye; they’re in a half-hearted cry within, when lying down to rest All in all, they’re …
What is there to say to him who knows the answer but still asks? To him who looks with burdened eyes But masks the sorrow with a dry smile and a pile of fines and thank you’s? Nothing. But if speech should prevail and pity boil over the brims of curious care Speak. Speak love. Then ask, to pierce the …
I first wrote this poem for myself, but it turned into something I want to proclaim to everyone. May it be an encouragement. On Resurrection Day May Christ be resurrected in our hearts; may joy and gladness not overflow from the looks and prods of those around but from sweet assurance in the inner part of soul– His sanctuary, His …
A Paradox A paradox by carnal minds not contrived Sits nestled in a child’s hand: A corpse from putrid death revived To forever righteous stand A simple faith and love, and awe Of most profound and deep, deep truth, Yet even child can learn and draw Still captive to his stumb’ling youth The cross, the Christ on Cal’vry’s mount The …