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Tag Archives: Words & Images
The door God shuts
Written for a friend who was going through a terrible time of loss.
Thanksgiving 2011
The year 2011 turned out to be a challenging year for me. Perhaps not as challenging as those that followed. But I reminded myself on Thanksgiving morning that year that I had plenty to be thankful about.
A Matter of Faith
Written when I was an undergraduate, about an experience during a fellowship group retreat.
Holy Ground
Religious poetry, especially if it is about “sacred spaces,” usually focuses on nature as the godly place. But I don’t think the Lord is absent from the city. And where the Lord is, the ground is sacred. And of course, … Continue reading
Villanelle
This poem was written when I was in graduate school. I had been having a pen-pal correspondence and we’d been discussing poetry, formal and free-form. He contended that formal poetry could not be spontaneous, and that free-form poetry was more … Continue reading
Day Break
This poem was inspired by a specific morning. I’d spent the night with my best friend: we’d built a tent from blankets in her back yard, and slept out there in the summer night, watching the bats circling above the … Continue reading
Winter Night
This poem was inspired by late winter nights in Michigan when I was growing up. Particularly returning home after midnight New Year’s Eve services. Empty streets, new-fallen snow, ice frozen on branches….