The Wine We Love
The wine we love is the wine of the spirit The wine we avoid is the wine of the body Though the wine of…
Poems
The Drunken Soldier
The drunken soldier broke down the wrong door Inside was a circle of saints lifted off the ground To the sound of gunfire a…
Lake on a Hill
Is a lake on a hill closer to God than a lake on a plain with its bright reflective waters? Is the dial on…
Ladders
for John Heron Some ladders go up some ladders go down It’s true! Of course all ladders intrinsically go both ways both up and…
Glory in the Darkness
[youtube=[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vEBILHaMh_w&rel=1] “Glory in the darkness” says the clock on the wall “as you…
A Quandary of Gorgeous Song
The Prophet Muhammad’s arrived again with an entourage of saints Birds are flying in such a way the sky is streaked with gold …
The Eye & the Garden
There’s an eye the size of a pin in a garden the size of the universe and a garden the size of a pin…
There’s No Comfort in This World
“There’s no comfort in this world” says the bear to the rabbit cornered by the fox c…
In the Fullness of Time
In the fullness of time when these rolling premonitious eyes are sealed shut and this mouth corked the heart in its canopic ja…
The Slope of the Mountain
The slope of the mountain is its gift to us or else it would be perfectly sheer The lightning-storm clattering this way and th…
Three Angels in My Back Garden
One day three angels came into my back garden and stared at me through the window one was red one was black one was…
Love
Love is a nectar pressed from a silvery grape plucked from the Unseen just hanging ever so slightly over the Garden wall into …