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Late Night Writes

When night falls yet I cannot sleep, words crowd my brain. The following two poems, one serious and the other silly, are the products of last night’s writing: “Hover” I lay still in my bed yet hover ‘tween the sheets propelled by the heart which wakefully beats. A’whirl my mind spirals through darkening, deep space Continue reading
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Tyndale

I had the joy of visiting Tyndale House yesterday and meander through its enchanting library. I could feel the words of the ages trickling down from its shelves as rain pattered outside. It was like walking into a poem! So, naturally, this happened: No clock ticks for time has ceased and yet means Continue reading
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Kirkyard Clan
Once again, a graveyard has inspired poetry. This time, it was the historic Greyfriar’s Kirkyard. It was once the post of a loyal dog (Greyfriar’s Bobby) and now is rumored to be haunted by a malevolent poltergeist. It also features several tombstones with names that JK Rowling used as Harry Potter characters! Needless to say, Continue reading
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To the Books on my Shelf: A Sonnet
Too often, I find myself staring in admiration at my bookshelves. The ornate covers of collectables, the crackled pages of old favorites, the bright illustrations of new editions… *sigh of delight* To my abashment (isn’t that a lovely word for a not-so-lovely feeling?), I own and admire many books I have yet to actually Continue reading
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Flood of Thought
Every once in a while, I have what I like to think of as a flash flood of ideas. It seems that inspiration is everywhere and I can hardly jot down one idea before another demands my attention. It’s terrible and wonderful at the same time; I love to dream and brainstorm, but am frustrated Continue reading
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In the Image

I just finished reading St. Athanasius’ On the Incarnation and my heart is full as I ponder the awesomeness of its subject: the Word of God made flesh. I especially am captivated by the beauty of the Son of God as the Image of God and the restorer of humans created “in the image of God.” Continue reading
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To the Hermitage of St. Francis
I’ve been abroad in Rome for the past ten days, but today I was- to the relief of my introversion- able to escape to the countryside of Assisi. There, I hiked to the Hermitage of St. Francis and every step of the way thought, “This is the most beautiful sight…wait, no. THIS is!” It was Continue reading
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Untuned
My heart is a violin With strings played to the breaking, And wound so tight I have no breath Since the hour of waking. Still sings my soul, though grown thin So lost among a score, And yearning for familiar rest I failed to love before. Continue reading
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Writing is Hard: A Lament
Writing is hard and I’ll tell you why: I am not the Bard and that makes me cry. Red pens are bloodstains on my poor first draft Despite prep-school refrains about the English “RAFT.” Well, dear school teachers, I must ask you now: Though you seemed to be preachers, I do not know how To find out my Continue reading
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