as heliotrope’s blood, ran flush and scarlet
at the advance of her champion,
the thundering sight of his chariot wheels circling the sky…

may i,

silent as the underfoot snowdrop,
lower my eyes at the sound of Your loving approach,
and pale with devotion.


Between Trees

when You look at me,
with that oaken-glance…
it is enough, LORD
:this space, between trees.

Wedding Dance

How can anything be new
when nothing startling is born under the sun?

How can we expect to clamber up into something like eternity
like a host of wedding goers assembled in shivaree,
when these earthly shadows of wedded realities
are the closest thing to it that we know?

Until a stone was rolled away
and timelessness explained by a new pair of eyes
did the birth of anything true,
happen forth under this same sun.
What a visited canopy,
this galaxy is,
and what a rumored expanse is this dancing, broken vessel.

And for those with new eyes
what a fruited, peaceable expanse
is forever to be told in,
and what fragrant climes
will be the setting for the happy ending to our stories and tales
while we wait.

A more fitting wedding train will sweep past us on that day
while the voice that rolled away the stone,
finally utters the shout of a perfect Bridegroom
risen with glad glory over a new estate,
searching the secrets of a completely refashioned world-
finding His waiting bride.

Then He who sat on the throne said “Behold, I make all things new.” Revelation 21:5a

A Great Shout

When is superlative too much?
When is the sound of rejoicing a thing too grand?

Can we wear out the reaping’s of timelessness,
or risk over-utterance in shouts of joy?

Is festal wine, ever too old with keeping
and can these sheaves ever crowd this bosom over-full?

Could it be?
That we are set aside for the speaking of superlatives–
for the overage of rejoicing: you and i.

Claimed by the ineffable, chosen for joy,
bound in service to the frigates of forever,
that heave under the trappings of delight.

The weakness of this world and its strongest desires
will wane out into night.

But stars will be left for you and for me
an eternity of spoils, endless fields of praise,

in this
a happiness of war.

Sheaves without number for binding
and arms to gather them all.

Forever, in which to cry all
the superlative sayings,

reserved for the redeemed of God
who love to say so, and live in houses thatched with praise.

And the ransomed of the Lord shall return, and come to Zion with songs and everlasting joy upon their heads: they shall obtain joy and gladness, and sorrow and sighing shall flee away. Isaiah 35:10


Lux Aeterna

Light without becomes light within,
stretching on into day-lit eternity.

a heavenward destiny
and an illumined face,

this is what forever means.

O’ Nata Lux de lumine
Jesu Redemptor saeculi…

” For with You is the fountain of life, in Your light we see light.” ~ Psalm 36:9


tip the cup
of these thoughts,
let my head,
turn wearily in Your, mothering hands.

quiet and calm,
let in the daylight,
name green pastures
for my soul.

still waters run,
cool and clean,
in our green respite.

” He restoreth my soul: He leadeth me in paths of righteousness for His name’s sake”
Psalm 23:3

A Place Called Delight

soft you now, stand slow,
in the green-glade chapel
where two hearts meet

in fellowship deeper than what lifetimes mean
mid wattled groves of blessedness
to walk and worship and laze

laughing ‘ neath the boughs of orange trees
blossom-drowsy as orchard bees

a world that shuts out the world
two souls always in meeting
 You and i

a realness
that shuts it’s eyes
and walks in climes of happiness
more waking than any dream

following the footsteps of blessedness
searching the secrets of the land
conversing and carousing
with the rest of the people outside

while You and i -we
speak, snow-quiet in clasps of white
for longer than eternity will find

Jesus answered him, “If anyone loves me, he will keep my word, and my Father will love him, and we will come to him and make our home with him…” ~ John 14:23

Cross and Crown

speak soft of that time, twice blessed, Thrice sealed
when all the cataclysm of these knotted days
will roll out in fruitfulness, bride-blushing with joy.

when the furrowed, fallow soil
of mist and tangle and tears
will lie sweet-sleeping and white
with the deep, coolness of resurrection
between our comparing palms.

when the seeds perpetually sown with sighing
will shimmer in our laden arms,
the perfect harvest of all the years
forever fruitful, finally telling:
that the tracked and burning wilderness
indeed gave way to a crown.

when the bloody crash of everything
that crowded to bursting, these earthly days
will break in a final snowfall of blessedness
over our quiet, emblazoned heads.

“Instead of your shame there shall be a double portion;
    instead of dishonor they shall rejoice in their lot;
therefore in their land they shall possess a double portion;
    they shall have everlasting joy.” ~ Isaiah 61:7

The Fight

every day
i fight and crash through
the upraised

the hurled, rasping trouble
spittled by the world

but inside
is still
that fleet and swift
power to decide

to be one and whole.

chosen by God
and so given the ability
to continue choosing Him,

i push back
one formed for battle
gorgeous with the fight.

than one who conquers
because of the One-
the disastrous only One
Who loves everlastingly.


No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8: 36-39

Lion’s Roar

Stallion of forever
Steed of eternity,

the One who overcomes, Who stands roaring on high
Unchallenged and full of disaster.

Lion of destroying victory,
now and forever:

let me twine my child hands
in the mane of Your glaring goodness
as You speed on with coronation feet,
O’ Ancient of Days
to the hour when the curse
will utterly lose its crown.

utterly broken One
lead me through this place,
that You were torn asunder to save.

lead on with a shout
O’ Sifter and Overcomer
of sorrow

for soon this world will exchange hands
and this night which has been long on its way
to its end
will finally die, out in the darkness.

while Your festal wine
yet untouched
in Your waiting hand
deep and crimson,
with glory.

“Then the seventh angel blew his trumpet, and there were loud voices in heaven, saying, “The kingdom of the world has become the kingdom of our Lord and of his Christ, and he shall reign forever and ever.” Revelation 11:15