Category Archives: Poetry

This is a test This is only a test Had this been an actual rebuke I would not feel so strongly That I am right

The Lord is my rock      My fortress and my savior My God is my rock      In whom I find protection

How do you describe a tree     To a blind man? What do the words tall     Green or branch signify? How do you meaningfully distinguish     Between shade and broad sunlight     Between dappled rays and black of night?

Listen, my brothers, to my instruction As I bring you lessons from our past Stories of what we have seen and heard Truths, hard truths, we will not hide So that those who come behind have no cause To be … Continue reading →

Now I sit me down to eat And this old saw I shall repeat: If my hands I have not laved There is no way I shall be saved.

My record to date, I must clearly admit,     Has not been so very grand. When questions are put I most often confess     That I simply do not understand.

Regarding the time when Simon sank into the sea, but somehow convinced himself he was a hero. To be sung to the tune of “Do Not Destroy.”

What would it cost to feed such a crowd? What will it take to sate my soul? On the one hand I’ve seen what the Master can do. Yes, he must certainly increase—and multiply. And divide.