Poetry – Barefoot Theology

The Child and the Idol: Choose.

She’s not new here, she has walked across these same jagged shards of glass, ...

Statistics will tell you the world is no more dangerous today than it was ...

There is comfort, safety in the cold, certainty of the tomb. In the hard ...

(With deep appreciation and indebtedness to Rumi, Hafiz, Julian and all the utterly besotted ...

John the Baptist must have been exhausted. I’m not even sure the whole beheading ...

Enough. Enough blood, red and wet, and human as tears shed, by families waiting for ...

There is a freedom in being dust, mortal, finite. It is not my shoulders, ...

These poems were written for a class at the Seminary of the Southwest studying ...

Write a love note, address it to yourself, it has been too long since ...

There is a great Lie woven through this world we humans have built. It ...