The Question NOT To Ask Start from the top. Pretend like I don’t know a thing and see if that helps you explain it. oh I get it, this is about what you know and what I have yet to learn. Don’t act as if everything is obvious. Smugness is not a good substitute for…
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Poetry
Tevyn East: Leaps and Bounds is Profound and Powerful!
On Friday night my community Valley Mosaic brought Tevyn East and her one woman show Leaps and Bounds to Williamsport. It was an unbelievably inspiring performance. Tevyn uses a blend of storytelling, song, poetry, prayer, movement, and music to tell the story of God’s creation and an economic system that threatens to destroy it. Tevyn’s…
The infinite is beyond all name and form, how can the poet describe that which is beyond words?
In love, nothing exists between heart and heart. Speech is born out of longing, True description from the real taste. The one who tastes, knows; the one who explains, lies. How can you describe the true form of Something In whose presence you are blotted out? And in whose being you still exist? And who…
New Poem: Watching Your Finger Nails Grow
Watching Your Finger Nails Grow The place makes me groan, Like the bones of those aggrieved saints of old This harsh light sucks the life clean from my face The person that was here is no longer here, And the person that remains is but a ghost The agony of “life and death’s dparting” Are…
the spirit comes without instructions for assembly
what is the gift of gospel-funk? did the twelve hear horns in the ear like a 120 instrument chorus did you think this was an orchestra? is the ghost-groan a gift of incorporation fixing rices on the scheme of sanctification like salvation in a k-mart package? the spirit comes without instructions for assembly this is…
New poem: All The Shiny Things
It’s national poetry day in the UK and I’m joining in! Here is a poem I wrote recently. All The Shiny Things Why do we wait along the damp street? The sirens wail while birds hover and people stop to stare. Our attempt is forlorn, our hope abandoned. Despair is our dress and sadness our…
I Get Lost
When I say ‘I am a Christian’ I’m not shouting ‘I’m saved.’ I’m whispering ‘I get lost,’ That is why I chose this way… When I say… “I am a Christian” I’m not shouting “I’m clean livin’.” I’m whispering “I was lost, Now I ‘m found and forgiven.” When I say… “I am a Christian”…
What theology needs is more copulation.
What theology needs is more copulation. And postmodern theopoetics may well provide it. The word copulation, of course, denotes coupling: the bringing together and/or union of two things. The related words “copula” and “copulative” are grammatical terms, used to describe the linking of elements in a sentence. How unfortunate, then, that the fertile term copulation…
Poem Without Forgiveness by Dean Young
The husband wants to be taken back into the family after behaving terribly, but nothing can be taken back, not the leaves by the trees, the rain by the clouds. You want to take back the ugly thing you said, but some shrapnel remains in the wound, some mud. Night after night Tybalt’s stabbed so…
My Beloved Waits
My beloved waits. She fills her days with humble tasks. When I look at her I see myself–my eyes, my thoughts, my cry, my laugh. Before I knew her I was but half, yet convinced that I was whole. “Now that I know you, I realize it’s you I’ve longed to hold.” Together we will…