March 9, 2010
March 1, 2010
"The last and greatest herald of Heaven's King,
Girt with rough skins, hies to the deserts wild,
Among that savage brood the woods forth bring,
Which he than man more hamless found and mild:..."
William Drummond of Hawthornden
February 22, 2010
"But Jesus bent over
and wrote with his finger
on the earth
and again bent over
and wrote on the earth...."
February 15, 2010
When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born;
February 8, 2010
"...And then, Salome! Still a child (a child!)
She drinks the potion, horrible, defiled,
That summons up dark vengeance and the sword...."
February 1, 2010
Godhead here in hiding, whom I do adore,
Masked by these bare shadows, shape and nothing more,
See, Lord, at Thy service low lies here a heart
Lost, all lost in wonder at the God thou art.