Circles
by Rebecca Weber
Here on the circle of the earth
circumscribed by God
existences are bounding circles: Continue reading . . . “Rebecca Weber: Circles”
Lynn Michael Martin: I See Your Face
I See Your Face
Lynn Michael Martin
I see your face in every face I see,
for when you left me, you left me no more
than hopes unsure, that when these glimpses flee,
they will not leave my yearning senses poor Continue reading . . . “Lynn Michael Martin: I See Your Face”
Yolanda Lichty: One End of Day
One End of Day
by Yolanda Lichty
the Sun spreads all her colours
before the coming Sea of azure gray,
and sinks away into another day. Continue reading . . . “Yolanda Lichty: One End of Day”
Josiah Peachey: Thoughts of Dust
Thoughts of Dust
by Josiah Peachey
The mind ascends in flights
of raptured aspiration yet
all speech stumbles over teeth,
tongue, lips, breath-stuttered Continue reading . . . “Josiah Peachey: Thoughts of Dust”
Conrad Martin: Why We Are Silent
Why We Are Silent
by Conrad Martin
I followed the sun away one night.
The day was pressing inside my throat,
and I could not stay—
I followed the sun away. Continue reading . . . “Conrad Martin: Why We Are Silent”
Easter Time
by Josiah Peachey
“The Lord’s Day is an eighth and eternal day, consecrated by the resurrection of Christ, prefiguring the eternal repose of soul and body. There we shall rest and see, see and love, love and praise.” ~Augustine, The City of God
My Love, my Lord, I sought Him at His tomb
who from the first of days had woven all with song
then rested good the world-week, till gloom
Into the garden-glory wrecked we wrong. Continue reading . . . “Josiah Peachey: Easter Time”
Resurrection
by Claudia Lehman
Does it hurt to be raised from the dead,
I asked him,
is it like frostbitten fingers
plunged into water, Continue reading . . . “Claudia Lehman: Resurrection”
Killdeer
by Karl Zimmerman
They say: “Life has fluttered from the killdeer’s egg.”
I say: “I see gravel and eggshell, crushed.”
They say: “There is an empty tomb.” Continue reading . . . “Karl Zimmerman: Killdeer”
Emily J. Gingrich: The Lord Is Risen!
The Lord Is Risen!
by Emily J. Gingrich
I wish I could have been there
To hear the heart-stopping sound
Of stone on stone,
Victorious grinding. Continue reading . . . “Emily J. Gingrich: The Lord Is Risen!”
7 8 1
by Conrad Martin
After 7 comes 8.
After the bent Death—a small Wait
like Infinity symboled and stood on one End.
After contingencies—Fate. Continue reading . . . “Conrad Martin: 7 8 1”
Creation Sunday
by Kristen Nolt
From Eden to chaos, from form to void
the dark is as dark as the dust is dust.
Emmanuel, God-with-us, sleeps in death
and sorrows have sodden the Sabbath rest. Continue reading . . . “Kristen Nolt: Creation Sunday”
Except
by Daniel Hess
Howl, wretched wind! Wail your woe
Shriek, foul fiends, dreadful demons, damn;
Hurl your hollow hatred at the sinless lamb
Dare, dreadful cross, your helpless heap to show Continue reading . . . “Daniel Hess: Except”
Gwendolyn Eby: Go and Tell Peter
Go and Tell Peter
by Gwendolyn Eby
Thru morning fog I stumble-run,
straggling
like a Peter—not a John
and panting, find I am outrun. Continue reading . . . “Gwendolyn Eby: Go and Tell Peter”
Kyler Martin: Sorrows Through the Sabbath
Sorrows Through the Sabbath
by Kyler Martin
“On the seventh day God finished his work that he had done, and he rested . . .”
Creation
Day of perfection wherein our Maker rested.
Goodness, glistening in Love’s pristine creation,
melody of the Son, beautiful in dancing life. Continue reading . . . “Kyler Martin: Sorrows Through the Sabbath”
Good Friday
by Tim Kauffman
Death’s pall falls again.
Dread mocks, mires men.
Suffocation, separation,
splendor shaken Continue reading . . . “Tim Kauffman: Good Friday”
We Slip
by Kenneth Godoy
The sun wakes, cold on the lips of the sea,
and wind smoothed a lane, glass-like where sun burned
flame on the channel, runnel glows orange, tugs
grunt in surf, fog rises beyond where three islands drift. Continue reading . . . “Kenneth Godoy: We Slip”
Gold
by Kayla Eby
The day Pat turned ten
she went looking for gold.
Pickax over one shoulder, she toured the cove,
panning every mountain spring, Continue reading . . . “Kayla Eby: Gold”
Almost
by Marlene Brubacher
I stared at Death, and he stared back.
I felt his breath upon my cheek.
And for his singular command
I listened, but he did not speak.
Continue reading . . . “Marlene Brubacher: Almost”
Rebecca Weber: The Heart of Day
The Heart of Day
by Rebecca Weber
Oh, for the day when time’s cold rule is lifted—
that day that is no day, and neither night;
when what are now dark boxes of existence
break forth in endless choruses of light; Continue reading . . . “Rebecca Weber: The Heart of Day”
Claudia Lehman: Mary Queen of Scots
Mary Queen of Scots
by Claudia Lehman
This poem was first published in the 2020 Leaf Magazine.
I wonder would it comfort you to know,
fair thwarted queen, that I looked through my panes
(when clouds were blowing through the old trees’ hair
and everywhere the scent and sound of rain, Continue reading . . . “Claudia Lehman: Mary Queen of Scots”