Poems Or What Happens When I Can't Think In Prose

Wednesday, November 24, 2004

Not Yet, O Lord, Not Yet

Not yet O Lord Not yet Stay your advent for we are not prepared Our hearts have grown cold Our faith grown dim and we won't be able to bear your majesty's light. Not yet O Lord, not yet. Wait another millenium or two for we are not prepared.. The fig tree has no fruit The garden has no blossoms and... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, October 24, 2004


We have been together you and I this past two years and we've gone to places where only a few have gone before. We've worked together we've played games together we've painted pictures we've made friends over the Internet. But why is it that as time goes by you've become difficult? Why is it that my... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, October 21, 2004

An Evening Hymn

For the fruits of his creation Thanks be to God For the gifts to every nation Thanks be to God For the ploughing, the sowing, reaping Silent growth while men are sleeping Future needs in earth's safe keeping Thanks be to God. In the just reward of labor God's will is done In the help we give our... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, October 7, 2004

My Beloved Is Home

that old familiar scent burnt wood in a dew caressed morn wafted through my nostrils waking me up from my noonday slumber that old familiar call a voice I've heard these so many years giving me delight each time I hear my name if I could speak I would have said: "Here I am, my beloved!" But I am... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, September 16, 2004

This Is Your Mother

I look at her with awe this woman of great courage in the darkest night of her life she continues to believe and to hope in a God of mercy in a God faithful to his promises. Men have failed in this hour to go the distance our fellowship demands one has betrayed, the other denied the man on the cross... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, September 12, 2004

She Kept All These In Her Heart

She held him in her arms thirty or so years ago wond'ring how he would be when he grows up to be a man. But until then she'd nourish him and bathe him and make certain that he sleeps comfortably at night. Three years ago he left the house "Father's business, he said." He had grown wise and strong... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, September 8, 2004

Christmas-Crazy in September: A Poem

The morning breeze blows cold and happy hearts walk down the lane there is joy in one and all. The melodies of Christmas are abroad and church bells ring in early dawn the smell of bibingka and puto bumbong waft through the air. O Christmas, o Christmas is here the season of love and giving O... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, September 4, 2004

A Convert's Prayer

I drag my feet to your altar weary uneven steps shuffling my arthritis is really a pain. I kneel on one knee before your image I do homage O Virgin, most pure, undefiled. Just a poor wretch am I with years of sin behind me listen to my prayer. Help me find rest for my weary feet Let this lost soul... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, August 31, 2004


O come let now my slumber be For night has come and day is done; The morrow rushes nigh yet I still wake and on my bed keep rolling to and fro. Beneath the shadows of night's descent my ear discerns the disturbing song of mosquitoes seeking to ease the pain of hunger for the fluid in my veins. O... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, August 28, 2004

A Take On Philippians 2:6-11

Unlike the one whom hybris filled so as to grab the majesty that was not his, He, though majestic in stature shed his glory and garbed himself in a slave's clothes and lived like a slave obeying the command which the proud man disdained; fulfilling his oath even unto a criminal's death. Humbled and... Sign in to see full entry.

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