The original six, republished poems
The rest will be revealed in good time
Sunday Morning
sit still! how could i have sat still
when all the colours of the rainbow
quite unexpectedly began to
wiggle through the church?
November
The road between Orangeville and Listowel
stretched ahead of me, endlessly. A fine drizzle obscured
A Good Friday
Good Friday morning. I climbed
the spiraling, creaking stairs
to the organ loft,
young and inexperienced,
I needed to practice
for the evening service.
Prison of Depression
I cannot pray, my Lord, I cannot pray… I locked the door to you and cannot find the key to open it.
Birds
birds are endlessly busy in their unlimited sky theirs is a bit of the Kingdom no limits
no subdivisions no wind strong enough
to catch their wings in a downward spiral