Poetry

Posts that feature, as their main content various works of poetry by the author. Many of these have overtly religious themes. But since theology is at its best the stuff of life, all of them are, theological.
"Yo Mama's Pieta," a photo by Renee Cox, as seen in "Through a Lens Darkly: Black Photographers and the Emergence of a People," a film by Thomas Allen Harris.
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She's not new here, she has walked across these same jagged shards of glass, the same broken concrete, her bare feet soaked with blood...
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Statistics will tell you the world is no more dangerous today than it was in my childhood. But if certainly feels that way. Bombarded by...
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There is comfort, safety in the cold, certainty of the tomb. In the hard sureness of sin, set firmly in Augustine's dream, sin in the getting,...
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(With deep appreciation and indebtedness to Rumi, Hafiz, Julian and all the utterly besotted heretics, drunk on Divinity.) In the deep dark places,...
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John the Baptist must have been exhausted. I'm not even sure the whole beheading thing wasn't a bit of a relief given all the...
"Yo Mama's Pieta," a photo by Renee Cox, as seen in "Through a Lens Darkly: Black Photographers and the Emergence of a People," a film by Thomas Allen Harris.
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Enough. Enough blood, red and wet, and human as tears shed, by families waiting for the one who will never come home. Come home, to sin, hidden behind bills and laws that made...
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There is a freedom in being dust, mortal, finite. It is not my shoulders, on which the world rolls ever onward towards destiny, or supernovae, or the quiet dark of a...
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These poems were written for a class at the Seminary of the Southwest studying Mary's role in Christian story, theology, and history. I shared...
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Write a love note, address it to yourself, it has been too long since you heard "I love you" from that place within down the well where your soul hides, chain smoking her insecurities like incense. Write...
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There is a great Lie woven through this world we humans have built. It has so woven itself among the roots of our world...