Category Archives: The Gospel According to Peter

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.

See with what confidence I write! Hand over hand, I was made for this work— Like setting sails. I am a fisher of men!

“Let it be done,” the Master yet declares, “To you as you have believed in your heart.” Jesus heals again—but I no longer feel repulsed. I believe Jesus has taught me a great deal.

            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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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