Somewhere By A Silent, Weary Sea
Somewhere by a silent, weary sea, that voice calls. Somewhere on a twilight shore, that hand is raised in greeting. Somewhere in the chill of dawn, that hearth crackles with promise. An Eastertide Poem: John 21:4ff
An Easter Litany of Tidings
You who have risen before dawnTo remember with grief and tendernessThe failed promise of the one you loved, There is news from the garden.You who wince with guilt at leaving his sideOr at disowning his friendship, There is news from the garden.You who are resigned to plod on down a sad pathHaving lost aspiration and […]

