Category Archives: The Gospel According to Peter

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

I gazed at a candle through dark of night—    ‘Twas a light of my own creation. At first the flame surged high and strong,    A flick’ring conflagration.

    Dance for us, oh Lord Step sprightly on the earth you wrought     Lift your hands to the stars To the lights you spread in the firmament     Gird your loins and leap Rise up to the tops of the trees you … Continue reading →

Did we not ascend to the hill with the Master? Did we not stand in his holy presence? But my hands are unclean and my heart is impure. My lips are stained with falsehood, my vows with deceit. This is … Continue reading →

The question came up, like yesterday’s vomit: What do I think of the “faithful” centurion? Well, he believes the Master can heal; I believe I am going to be sick.

The Spirit’s upon him—     But what about me? For Him it’s “fulfillment.”     For me, it’s obscene.

The Lord brought me to Tabor, To the mountain of Galilee, And the elders were there— The wise and the sage, The foolish and the proud, Along with a host, All the tribes of the King.

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On Sunday I walked away from God And opened an old wound Peeled back the scab Tugged at the ragged edges

This, Lord, is my shepherd? What does he want? He bade me recline With tax collectors. He led me into a night Of loud drinking. He confuseth my soul.