It is not the day of farewell when the despair sets in. Surrounded by family and friends the grief of death and burial enmeshed with the comfort of companionship sustains and carries and finally surrenders to the sleep that is…
Category: Poetry
The Bowl
Dip your hands and then raise them above the bowl See, the water runs off as the heifer lies dead beneath you an atonement for the innocent murdered. Our hands did not shed this blood Nor did our eyes see it.…
Posted in Good Friday, Poetry
Catullus – Carmen 16
Certificate 15 post warning. All the 15+ stuff after the read more tag.
Posted in Poetry, Sexual Identity
Set Apart
Holiness is not the Cult of Nice servicing humble Cups of Tea Holiness is burning in the tabernacle exorcisms at five to midnight visions by naked men in bathtubs of excrement Christ represented in word and bread and wine and…
Posted in Poetry
Half Lives
When you enter the House of Prayer and, finding it a Den of Thieves go. Is is time for something New? Clear zeal for one but when they refuse to answer questions like they did with you would you just…
Swaddle
Lay your child down Mary, bound by cloth and linen strips and laid in a box. A tiny bundle of flesh and bones descended in blood and filth and screaming for all the world to hear the sounds of new…
Posted in Good Friday, Holy Week, Poetry Tagged with: Bound, Corpse, Deceased, Flesh And Bones, Good Friday, Linen, New Birth, Sounds, Tiny Bundle, Water And Blood
Aber mit der Heimat
geht man immer herum,
durch die Welt,
dort und dort
Peter Handke
No one could describe
the Word of the Father;
but when He took flesh from you, O Theotokos,
He consented to be described, and restored the fallen image to its former beauty.
We confess and proclaim our salvation in word and image.
Kontakion of the Triumph of Orthodoxy
