Sketches for a Wasted Youth

  Introduction   It might be narcissistically indulgent to provide an introduction for my own work, but I ask the reader to bear with me. Usually, I don’t try to offer much commentary on my poetry. However, Sketches for a Wasted Youth represents a certain crossroads for me as a Christian of the mystical persuasion […]

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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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To Hell with Them? – Part 1

  Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, to sins of will, Defects of doubt and taints of blood;   That nothing walks with aimless feet, That not one life shall be destroy’d, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made […]

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