Sunday, September 24, 2017

Mortar and Pestle

Mortar and Pestle Between hate and enmity, the rose is crushed; the rose–that never was other than an opening to love. Beneath the mill-stone, the grain is crushed; the...

I Am Adam

  Intent now on setting all things to rights, I curry favor. I bribe. I cajole. I rage. You dismiss my phoniness with A cold calculation, belying Your enkindled...

Thirty Three Years On