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Eclipse Coronation

The Solar Eclipse 2017 was the *literal* highlight of today; all anyone seems to be able to talk about are eclipse glasses, viewing parties, live streams, testimonials of why not to stare directly into the sun, apocalyptic premonitions, the stupidity of needing to be told not to stare into the sun, pinhole box tutorials, etc. Continue reading
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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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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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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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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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Joy of Morning
God’s love is like a morning, Arising in my soul. A perfect, constant dawning, So warm and wonderful. . Though the earthly night surrounds, It cannot pierce within. Dark of death no more is found, Nor cold of pain and sin. . Day seems a bright beginning, Yet noontide is past. In Continue reading
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Two Poems for Two Places
Driving across my home state of Arizona, I was struck not only by the differences between my Sonoran Desert home and White Mountain destination, but by the subtle similarities between the two. While it might seem odd that I was able to find any commonality between these so apparently distinct places, I sensed a certain artistic Continue reading
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