By Gerard Manley Hopkins As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; As tumbled over rim in roundy wells Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung
Grief and heartache wracks Your chest, deepest tensions are Loosed, new light enters.
In the beginning, Lord Yehashuah, you moved Among the waters To establish the Firmament and divide the Heaven and the earth. In this time of
My father’s father, A man of stone, steel, his wife, Cornucopia, Table ever full. My father mapped the inner Space, architecture Of the mind, so
I asked the Lord, “why Am I always being smacked Around? Am I not Your son?” He said, “Son, Your power is greater Than all
Born into exile, I walk among the pillars Where our heroes fell. My head is bowed, yet Unbroken am I. I watch, Listen, learn secrets