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…
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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”…
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…
HADEWIJCH: 13th Century Female Theologian, Visonary and Poet
My distress is great and unknown to men. They are cruel to me, for they wish to dissuade me From all that the forces of Love urge me to. They do not understand it, and I cannot explain it to them. I must then live out what I am; What Love counsels my spirit, In…
Fortune by Dobby Gibson
Fortune We think we are little gods yet the one thing we fear most is to be left alone So we carve one another’s names into the desktops, drop rocks from the trestle. We invent and overuse the long vowel. To be loved, speak with your hands. To learn how, open a magazine and try…
How Beauty Will Save the World
Dostoyevsky and Solzhenitsyn proclaimed that beauty will save the world and this essay explores how Blake’s prophetic writings (especially “Jerusalem”) reveal how beauty transforms individuals and societies. Beauty need not be a commodity, a thing to be craved. Beauty can be about perceiving the divine in every thing, and such spiritual materialism can engender social justice. …