Wednesday, December 11, 2013

'Tis
the
season
for the trite
trivial and twee;
when the mysteries of heaven
are swaddled in shabby perfection, the skies aflame
with the songs of men and angels.
We wonder:
what child
is
this?

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

We
love
to make
everything
hypothetical.
Theoretically, that'd be fine.
But then we are just
clattering
symbols.
Who
cares?

Monday, December 9, 2013


It's
clear
that night
really was
not silent after
all. Babies cry; sheep are noisy.
Still, in the not-so-stillness, Mary pondered these things
in her heart. The eternal word
became unspoken
for one brief
season
in
time.

Monday, December 2, 2013

He
turned
tables
on the sheep
and the oxen and
the ones who were selling the doves
on silver chains. He took their cords and bound them into
scourges, and he took their scourging
upon his own back
and by his
stripes we
are
healed.