City on a Hill (Poem)
I feel as though I am pretending to be something I am not. I am comfortable writing prose and producing visual art. I am not a poet. I honestly don’t think I’ve written a poem …
Poetry
Poem: i look to the god of my fears, and i do not bow
i look to the god of my fears, and ido not bow, because that god is too small to have createdthe giant yew, or the stars or the galaxies of microbes that populatea single stomach, …
Architecture, Theology, and Poetry: Reflecting on the Church and Her Buildings
Every fall, I used to teach a class called Art in Culture. The class is for non-art majors, and as part of our core curriculum, it seeks to explore how art impacts and reflects cultural …
The Delta Dawn is Always Different: A Poem
The delta dawn is always different with thechanging tide of seasons. The early purpled lightbecomes a red that slowly scrubs the sununtil the skies are clear white.When the storms abate — or maybethey just wait …
They promised us a meteor shower
-For S. They had promised us a meteor shower, but all we saw were lightning bugs. Down the street, you could hear the lowing and occasional roars of livestock, the bulls and broncos that had …
I have begun to wonder if we have not found God
A poem, Epiphany 2022 I have begun to wonder if we have not found God because we think we do not have time to gaze at the stars. We could follow them if we tried, …
Exvangelical: Not a journey, but a day
I’ve been in the world for thirty years, And I must have traveled a million miles. Walked by rivers where the green grass grows thick, And entered the frontier where the red dust rises. Purified …
This is how we pray today
The poem, some say, has been given to us for times when prose cannot express the heart. It’s an art form that has been used to elevate, to devastate, and to strike mood. It can …