When strings are pulled taut, the cello is tuned,The wood holds the wine that is seasoned and old.Dark music poured out and emptied the cask,And rolled in my goblet, rich, tawny and toldHow holiness tastes, how righteousness laughs. You shall be as God, the great dragon had said,Philosophers argue their shapes in the fireAnd each …
Not Working Is Such Hard Work
Doctor, You’re Cutting Too Deep. You’re Scratching the Table.
A Row of Babies Toppling
Based on a true incident . . .
Congregational Prayer Time, No Brakes
And I have frankly seen worse. So have you probably.
Scholarship Bores Down
Something the Sound Booth Can Do Nothing About
Okay. You asked for it. Or, put another way, you did not not ask for it.
A Brief Foray Into the Visual Arts
Brace yourself. A series of cartoons I did from an old church newsletter will probably appear in this space from time to time. And if no one prevails upon me to stop it, I might even draw some new ones. Now I recognize that there is not very much actual cartooning in this one, but …
Thomas
So poetry is broken speech, Metaphor shattered. Not broken prose But prose broken- That resurrection power Might be displayed, And like the Word These tiny words Can also then be called and named sons of God. Yet how many men Have been crucified? With broken legs, They suffocate. A pole upright, Half-pound nails And murderous …
The Night Before Whatsit
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the land, We still mark the birth of the One who is banned From public discussion or public display. “Get rid of the Christ child–but still keep the day!” So public school children must practice with stealth Those carols which threaten our strange commonwealth, And now and …