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After London

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She grabbed my hand – caught, like a tufted grove of hazy branches – there were promises unspoken. The full English – an edible morning rainbow. Then, it’s heads down, cell…

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From The Poet’s Ready Pen

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From the poet’s ready pen comes the yawning stillness, leaking out from linen thoughts, stretched tight upon the hungry loom. How dear these words come, dear soul, trading green for our grey.…

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Toward a Rule – Eschewing Truancy

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In early November of 2016, I participated in a class toward my ordination entitled “Vocational Excellence.” This is part 4 of the paper I submitted, aimed at constructing and presenting a…

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The Day Renders Well Her Light To Cast

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The day renders well her light to cast, comes, with hopeful glance, her tidings bring – haunting dark, like some unholy past soon yields his woe to this better thing.…

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Beatitudes for Troubled Times

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Blessed is the one who awoke to draw breath for another day. Blessed is the one who sees him/herself in the eyes of another. Blessed is the one who appreciates the…

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A Saturday Examen

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Let the baptismal waters drown this insubstantial love and choke the complexities of my lostness. Cleanse my spiritual palette and don the insignificance of wayward wants upon your crested waking.…

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A Friday Examen

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Sometimes, on the way into darkness I stub my toe on the eyelash of God. Sometimes, forgotten in never-spoken dreams I hear the hushed and tender tones of Heaven breathing…

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A Thursday Examen

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Here, the light blows past my eyes like breezes of sapphired memories imploding into smallest beauties, personified. * * * Here, I escape Neptune’s icy breath and settle in pillowed…

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A Wednesday Examen

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Glance, and I will escape you. Look, and I will show you. Behold, and I will move you. Observe, and I will educate you. See, and I will change you.…

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A Tuesday Examen

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Scattered across lonely seas dwell the lilies of desire. Dotted between the balancing green are other frondish delights with fingers extended on palms upraised, deterred by nothing but the gentle…

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A Monday Examen

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There is no way to distinguish the place where the radiance of evening touches the face of God. Just fingers of grace-soaked light long, drawling and sure, that pull at…

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A Sunday Examen

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God’s tears like sweet nectar fall in swollen rivulets down the back of my life. The words of the day jumbled in tumbling silence portray what little is left to…

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