Caught
by Jeremy Troyer
The Kingdom of Heaven crept up on me one day
when I wasn’t looking.
It started like a weed,
frantically plucked out— Continue reading . . . “Jeremy Troyer: Caught”
Richard Stoltzfoos: Midnight: Gymaek’s Forest
Midnight: Gymaek’s Forest
by Richard Stoltzfoos
In blackness, amber owl takes to its flight,
Scanning, with listless eye, for obscure prey,
Victim searched for by vixen near away;
For vole and vixen, sure to meet upon that night Continue reading . . . “Richard Stoltzfoos: Midnight: Gymaek’s Forest”
To Danae
by Phoebe Anthus
The school yard, which one moment last,
buzzed with a reckless charm,
now silenced almost to breath,
swells holy Continue reading . . . “Phoebe Anthus: To Danae”
Grace Hertzler: First Impressions
First Impressions
by Grace Hertzler
This evening, I reflect with strange and gnawing sadness,
and long to kick those sticky things called first impressions,
far off the gravelly road that we traverse.
They cling to the tramping soles of my companion, Continue reading . . . “Grace Hertzler: First Impressions”
Yolanda Lichty: Blind to Light
Blind to Light
by Yolanda Lichty
We’ve played the game
So long we do not know its name—
Reverted eyes downcast
From all the souls still walking past Continue reading . . . “Yolanda Lichty: Blind to Light”
Shannon Blank: Shout! The Heralds
Shout! The Heralds
by Shannon Blank
Shout! The heralds
have offered up a pall
not at all, not at all.
Lighter! Lighter! Continue reading . . . “Shannon Blank: Shout! The Heralds”
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”