Nights on the cosmic causeway
Liturgy sweeps one up into it
That vexing, sweet puzzlement
of the life with God
Ash Thursday
Contemplation
If God gives you nothing,
then nothing is your bread
A single moment in a single day
Heavenly pity
Christ lifts the fiery ball
and takes it to his Father.
Tears wet the blood-red flames.
“They’ve love, there is no other.”
The question finally is did you really try?
Watching it go
But no,
it ain’t gonna happen!
Driver
Farmhouse nestled
In the night,
the field,
and the matrix of being
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