Author Archives: Greg Wright

Call & Response

            Twelve years have I bled,             A gross of months remained unclean.             No amount of hyssop may be of aid,             No band of scarlet yarn bind this wound.

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Pinochle with Jesus

Today I was having trouble clearing my mind, even unclenching my jaw… so I decided that, instead of just trying to plow through my normal quiet time routine, it was once again time for “Pinochle with Jesus.”

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Of Mannequins and the Evolution of Irrationality

The following thoughts were prompted by an August 4, 2013 sermon by Caleb Mayberry on James 2:14-26 in which he used the metaphor of “mannequin” faith: one which has all the right outward appearances, but actually does nothing. Pardon me … Continue reading

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Night Psalm

I have tested my thoughts And examined my heart in the night. I have scrutinized myself And found bounteous wrong. I cannot believe what I am about to say.

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What I Must Be

I found the Lord On the Gadarene road: He came over from Galilee I watched from the hill As I ate my lunch And lounged in the shade of a tree

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Where Hope Lies

You can drown In a cup Of water I have Heard it said I reflect On this truth As the bucket Weighs my arm Before I bail

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The Kingdom of Simon

What is the Kingdom of Heaven like? To what may it be compared? The Kingdom is a difficult knot That may not be undone:

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Hence the Harvest

Who is his mother? Who are his brothers? Who his father? These call him insane They wag the finger And quote the psalm

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Yon Holy Mess

What do you feel, Mary? What runs through Your mind when an unclean spirit leaves, When a demon abandons its hold on a man?      The void is more potent      Than the power which flees

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Whose Name I Wear

Lamb it is Yes lamb I catch a scent Also of fennel Fennel and paprika

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