Category: Poems
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The Moment the Bottom Fell Out
And when, that evening near that summer’s end, on sun-warmed stones, the steps up to your church, you spoke of larger rooms inside the rooms inside my silence where ten thousand thoughts still sleep. I keep only the longing. .
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Notes From Dreams
“I thirst.” We thought He said: “O send someone to dip a finger in the spring and cool my tongue.” There was a sponge, a javelin, and vinegar there. He turned His swollen tongue away. We saw that instant what deep and spanless gulfs we listened across. 2. I saw the high priest standing as…
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Low Church Credo
He is nothing you can see or feel, He is nothing you can paint on a board, He is nothing to be broken or poured, He is nothing our mistakes can kill.