Until the Fire and the Rose are One

For many of us, I suppose there are a handful works of literature that captivate us so utterly that our lives are forever marked by them. My first poetic love was Lord Alfred Tennyson who was the first to teach me even as a high school student to hope that no soul would be forever […]

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The Late Watch – An Advent Poem

I am reading through Fleming Rutledge’s fantastic new book Advent: The Once & Future Coming of Jesus Christ in which she makes frequent reference to WH Auden’s Christmas masterpiece in long-form poetry, For the Time Being. Both works note the focus of Advent is not simply as a prelude to Christmas, or the recollection of […]

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Celestial Dance

“…there is in all the things of earth a hidden glory waiting to be revealed, more radiant than a million suns…” – David Bentley Hart, The Doors of the Sea   When you peer into the night and look upon those ancient lights that have spanned the void for untold ages to pour into your […]

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Oak of Mamre

When at last I’ve crossed that blessed bar And my bones are long buried in the dust, I trust that they will become The sturdy roots of some ancient oak; That gives his branches to the birds.   This is the way of things in this becoming world; Between being and nonbeing, Between the first […]

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A Lullaby in the Storm

Don’t worry child, the flickers aren’t the horror film projection of your nightmares, or the fiery arrows of an intemperate god. The rumbles aren’t the drumbeat of giants warring in the sky, or boulders crashing down the mountain. The sheets of water that beat the window beside your bed aren’t a wind-blown flood, or a […]

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The Areopagite Upon the Shore

For Father Kimel   So you will preserve me too, and what you have given me will grow and reach perfection, and I will be with you; because this too is your gift to me  – that I exist             Augustine   The Beach and I became brothers in blood. When I was a child […]

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Rio Tijuana

Tears swell along Rio Tijuana’s littered banks strewn with detritus and dreams beyond it’s shore, for a Liberty whose arms no longer open to the tired, the hungry, the huddled masses. A Nation’s soul sours in fear’s ferment behind a wall built of block and iron that became our prison.   We cannot countenance a […]

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