Elizabeth Romero: Surfaces
We are trapped waiting
Moving behind the windows
The night weeps and heaves
Chard deNiord: The Hand
a finger here, a knuckle
there, but never the hand al-
together, except in a vision
for which I’m loathe to take
any credit, even for a nail
Michael T. Young: The Gift
I’m rocked into fields
of a lyrical witness, history rolls over
glittering in sunlight
Michael Simms: Love
When I was a child, my mother told me
God has many faces
And She reveals Herself
In many ways.
Carolyn Gregory: Surrounded by Atheists
For years, I listened to their prattle about secular humanism and “the big picture”, listened to their arguments about how the holocaust certainly suggests that God had died or … Continue reading
Charles W. Brice: Hitching Post
A hippie sings his heart out in front of Christ Church, Oxford, his voice out of tune with his out of tune guitar. Our guide, beer on his breath at … Continue reading
Gerard Manley Hopkins: God’s Grandeur
The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed. Why … Continue reading
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