Divine comedy (a poem reflecting on Jesus’s ascension)
And if I saw him rise and then ascend,
My cynic’s not so easy to defend.
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And if I saw him rise and then ascend,
My cynic’s not so easy to defend.
Divine comedy (a poem reflecting on Jesus’s ascension) Read More »
Who would steal a dead man’s corpse and choose to leave behind the linen?
The strangest part (a poem celebrating the resurrection stories of Jesus) Read More »
The picture was complete
If we could but see it.
Looking back from Emmaus (a poem about how we make sense of our experiences) Read More »
So Peter, trust me when I say I’m trusting you,
To feed and tend each precious lamb and ram and ewe.
Son of Jonah (a poem reflecting on when Jesus reinstated Peter) Read More »
I find that I cannot be sure,
The way that I was sure before.
Loneliness in the morning after (a poem for when your faith has been rocked) Read More »
It’s not that I would leave my reason, or Would be coerced in my confession, nor Do I believe that you would want such things.
A sonnet from a modern Thomas (reflecting on what it takes to share our faith) Read More »
To observe where you’re at,
To give you your voice
A question, not a criticism (a poem reflecting on the resurrection accounts) Read More »
Father, forgive me,
For I do not want to know, What I am doing.
Father, forgive (two poems inspired by Jesus’s words on the cross) Read More »
And who would have thought the man
Had so much blood in him?
His blood and his body (a poem reflecting on when Pilate washed his hands) Read More »
I came to you with the sorrow of Job,
Yet your long silence has brought me all the joy of Creation Week.
The Longest Sabbath (a poem reflecting on Jesus’s prayer: “Not my will but yours”) Read More »
But don’t ask me for a sign,
As if your words were not malign.
Don’t ask (a poem about the debates Jesus had) Read More »
Is simple trust enough to bear,
The weight of what we’re saying here?
My neighbour’s colt – a poem inspired by Jesus’s entry into Jerusalem Read More »
If only there were a neutral gift,
That made no claim of worth or cost
For stave and ink and voice and song,
Are grieving lest they leave – or dare forget their art.
Where has the cadence gone? A lament during times without structure. Read More »