A sestina on the Trinity (a poem)
Beginning with your word, the Word.
“Light.” You spoke and there was life.
A sestina on the Trinity (a poem) Read More »
Beginning with your word, the Word.
“Light.” You spoke and there was life.
A sestina on the Trinity (a poem) Read More »
This is my body, Fitting and familiar, Co-companion in my joys and sorrows, Co-conspirator against the darkness.
This is my body: a poem for Eastertide (with pictures) 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 »