
Tag Archives: Christ
Interior 2

I, Barabbas
Christ to death
while the guilty man goes free.
And a white-hot freedom it is –
one better left alone.
Better to putter behind
shades and abstractions,
to sleep the many sleeps
that bring us our own.
Good Friday

Day 19

Sun and moon and the cosmic clock
The sower’s illustrious labor
Christ is bold growing
amber corn glowing,
fields of silk, knowing
that crushed sugar sun
will keep us at last
Show me, please
What love can do
So close really / The helping hand
Thy twisting Word
On a tree
flipped the earth
and flung the sea.
His waves in space
are coursing still.
They have a lot of
time to kill.

