Holy Week (Poems)

This Bread I Break By Dylan Thomas This bread I break was once the oat, This wine upon a foreign tree ‘Plunged in its fruit; Man in the day or wind at night Laid the crops low, broke the grape’s joy. Once in this wine the summer blood Knocked in the flesh that decked the … More Holy Week (Poems)

Broken Bowls

The Japanese have a method of repairing cracked ceramics or pottery by filling in the broken areas with gold, silver, or platinum in a process called “kintsugi”. Here is what I found online about kintsugi: “The philosophy behind the technique is to recognize the history of the object and to visibly incorporate the repair into … More Broken Bowls

Drive to Nowhere

Sometimes, I’m just not ready to walk in the door of my house after my weekly Bible study. Sometimes, I need some time to think before walking in and facing whatever it is waiting for me, which usually includes a pile of dirty dishes. I don’t want to see that, nor am I ready to … More Drive to Nowhere

A Poem for Lent

    Lachrimae Amantis By Geoffrey Hill What is there in my heart that you should sue so fiercely for its love? What kind of care brings you as though a stranger to my door through the long night and in the icy dew seeking the heart that will not harbor you, that keeps itself … More A Poem for Lent

“Shared Hells: A Lenten Meditation” (by Peter Kreeft)

This is a Lent reading that I enjoyed called “Shared Hells” by Peter Kreeft. I have it in a book called Bread and Wine: Readings for Lent and Easter, but the reading can also be found online here: http://www.plough.com/en/topics/justice/reconciliation/shared-hells. The entire essay is shared below, starting off with a short paragraph by John Stott: “I could never … More “Shared Hells: A Lenten Meditation” (by Peter Kreeft)

Food Allergy Update

I have several updates to the Food Allergy page. You know what that means, right? No news is usually good news, so if I have some news it’s probably not the greatest news, and in this case, there is something to share. There are two pages now (see above for the two “Food Allergies” pages) because … More Food Allergy Update

Calling Cards

Calling Cards Across pages hundred footprints of ideas, worlds within, shut-in, choked from chains of dust, caress each corner down binding torn and worn open page, set free captive verse and thought. Hands reach quench thirst starve ignorance whisper with ages share secrets with souls letters and inkblood of hearts gone to grave. Travel, unencumbered … More Calling Cards

Spring (poem by Hopkins) and A Prayer for Spring (poem by Frost)

Spring by Gerard Manley Hopkins   Nothing is so beautiful as Spring –              When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;              Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush           Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring           The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;     The … More Spring (poem by Hopkins) and A Prayer for Spring (poem by Frost)

Studying Apologetics

My kids take Apologetics in high school, as I mentioned I would explain in the last post: “Hows that College Bible Class?“. My daughter only had a couple of years in Apologetics, but her younger siblings will be taking Apologetics from 8th-12th grade (yes, each year). The reason for taking it every year is that understanding … More Studying Apologetics

How’s that College Bible Class?

“Genesis is simply a book of poetry.” “First and Second Samuel are historical fiction.” __________________________________ Where do you think you might expect to hear the above statements? In a discussion with another individual about the authenticity of the Bible? During a debate on the same subject? On a college campus?  Probably all of the above. … More How’s that College Bible Class?

Maple Trees, Maple Sugaring, and Soul-Extracting

I didn’t plan to write about trees. It just so happens I saw a poem about willow trees on a website, and a corresponding article about willow trees and aspirin, which prompted me to write about willow trees here. I happened to come across a poem (posted near the end, below) which referenced maple trees, plus it’s also maple … More Maple Trees, Maple Sugaring, and Soul-Extracting

The Willow Tree

  I grew up near a golf course with graceful, majestic willow trees on the edge of the property. The golf course and the trees were just around the block and I loved looking at those beautiful trees. It was private property and it was also a golf course, so it was not an area … More The Willow Tree

The Hungry Soul

For He satisfies the longing soul, And fills the hungry soul with goodness. ~ Psalm 107:9 (NKJV) I’m thinking about this verse… I read it in various translations, but I do like the one above. The NIV says this: for he satisfies the thirsty     and fills the hungry with good things. ~ Psalm 107:9 (NIV) … More The Hungry Soul

Awake

Awake (poem) nowhere safe—sunlight seeps, permeates crevices— deep corners awake     © prasanta 2/2017 * Picture taken on a hike in the Black Mountain, NC area. Black Mountain is part of the Appalachian Mountain Range extending from the Blue Ridge.

The Day is Done (by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

The Day is Done By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow   The day is done, and the darkness             Falls from the wings of Night As a feather is wafted downward             From an eagle in his flight.   I see the lights of the village             Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling … More The Day is Done (by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

Writing Every Day

A few months ago, in October, I participated in something called “write31”, which is essentially a link-up for anyone who wanted to blog each day during the month of October. I blogged daily, writing a series on communication. I don’t think anyone else on that link-up list even noticed I joined the link-up, which is fine, … More Writing Every Day

Horizon (poems)

  Horizon: Drawing Lines If you draw a line there And I draw a line here What do we draw beneath and above ourselves Are we walking toward the same inimitable sunset If you put a tree there, and I put a tree here Can we rest under the same shade We see one another, … More Horizon (poems)