Conrad Martin: This Side  Jabbok

This Side  Jabbok

by Conrad Martin

You are patient.
But I am endless.
Drawn line and twisted
red gold  to a
wick of your ecstasy. Continue reading . . . “Conrad Martin: This Side  Jabbok”

Daniel Lowry: Go Climb a Tree

Go Climb a Tree

by Daniel Lowry

There it stands,
overlooking the swollen river
and sun-drenched field,
a straight-spined black maple Continue reading . . . “Daniel Lowry: Go Climb a Tree”

Rebecca Weber: Worship at Dawn

Worship at Dawn

by Rebecca Weber

I watch the clear exuberance of praise
That reaches up with fingers of delight
And spills across the waking world, resolved
To overthrow the tyranny of night. Continue reading . . . “Rebecca Weber: Worship at Dawn”

Phoebe Anthus: The  Feeding of Five Thousand

The  Feeding of Five Thousand

by Phoebe Anthus

Is there no end to hunger?
No hand to stay the twisting knife?
One fathom across,
but no bridge,
no man . . . Continue reading . . . “Phoebe Anthus: The  Feeding of Five Thousand”

Kyle Lehman: A Prayer of Job

A Prayer of Job

by Kyle Lehman

And when shall I see God?
When reap the terror that is sown
In the slow stripping of flesh from bone?
I waver here, alone. Continue reading . . . “Kyle Lehman: A Prayer of Job”

Gloria Kurtz: Grief of Glory

Grief of Glory

by Gloria Kurtz

Clouds of rain, perhaps,
could check the unrestrained compulsion,
salve the oozing bending
toward this sacred light. Continue reading . . . “Gloria Kurtz: Grief of Glory”

Kenneth Godoy: The Thought That Comes

The Thought That Comes

by Kenneth Godoy

1.
The thought comes to me then
that in all of my wrestling I have no peace.
What have I to show for my unbelief?

Continue reading . . . “Kenneth Godoy: The Thought That Comes”

Conrad Martin: Second Winter

Second Winter

by Conrad Martin

I know of warmth—I myself
once in a golden field with the sun.

But now the cold night is a high abyss calling Continue reading . . . “Conrad Martin: Second Winter”

Kenneth Godoy: Yearning in a Boston House Church

Yearning in a Boston House Church

by Kenneth Godoy

Praise God when the afternoon is closing.
I may turn these eyes, turn away from the books,
and place my feet down the groaning red stairs
the carpet on them does nothing to stifle the sighs. Continue reading . . . “Kenneth Godoy: Yearning in a Boston House Church”

Lynn Michael Martin: Snow

Snow

by Lynn Michael Martin

Here stands the temple echoless,
walled by the world’s edge, the horizon
no farther than a tree-row
greyed by snowfall. Continue reading . . . “Lynn Michael Martin: Snow”