Following the example Of the prophets And the old church Fathers, I plan to Make German psalms For the people— That is to say, Spiritual songs, So that the Word of God Is also present Via the singing Of the people. Therefore, We are looking Everywhere For poets. Continue reading

Up a canyon Eucalyptus grove, It’s a back entrance To the mission. More contemporary Than Catholic, but still Tile steps, roses Smiling, lining The garden. Hedges Encircling the holy Of Holies. Brass Candlesticks, a Black piano Himself a reverend, Starched suits Perfectly pressed At the knees, and A flickering glow in A world of faces. Continue reading

I could lose her, A rising tide Up on my chin A new epistle Keeps me up After the night. I will lose her. Awash on the shore A new breath In my lungs- A great grace. Continue reading

The golden rods and reeds, The prairie states And stakes its hold In the real. The sunlight stands And in its gaze Under gargantuan Willows, the mists Graze the tops Of fields and Farmer’s furrows. One can see now All is feral And fallow, And weeds Are a wonder Which none need Or shall erase Continue reading

For sale Years Tears Grandma Gail. Upkeep Hard work Handmade Afraid. OK Survey Relive Delay. Visit Resisted Farewell Listed. Too old Family History Memory Legacy Sold. Continue reading

They look: A throne A holy mountain Found in The Great King Grand, standing For the Joy of A whole earth. They look To the citadel To surrounding Walls, built up high As the heavens, They wonder: Will He come. Above her and Beyond her and For her He is Within her, the Very ground Continue reading

Any excuse for it. A still night A cool night Company. It’s been too long Need time to myself More than enough wood. Or the light, a low Flicker of yellow And orange, warmth That kisses my knees, The smell of crackling Smoke. Or the reflection Of my naked face In the flame, Confronting me Continue reading

Rain like pebbles tap the window. The thunder breaks as the sea on the shore over and over again. The wind beats against these deeds, weathering their wooden shingles, dampening all hopes of outrunning erosion. Hallowed is the house standing on this bluff, over and over it looks the silver, stormy sky. Rest returns, a Continue reading

And crying And praying, Toddling through The small town Of my childhood, Picking up twigs And fallen leaves, Holding them up In childish wonder To the outreached hand Of my Father. Continue reading

Seeds lie Beneath the surface Die certain Of defeat. But simple dust In silent trust Takes its seat. Until the rain comes Continue reading