Vespers at DuskBy Abbot Bishop Brian Ernest Brown, CWC The day releases its labor,kneeling in rose and ashen graceinto the waiting dark. Branches lift their thin handssilent cantors lifting prayersupon the dimming sky. The wind whispers the ancient office,and every leaf, though fallen,keeps the chant of praise. Here, all striving…
Category: Poetry
Christianity
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Hoping For Resurrection
on the back of an ass riding into town faint praise turns to criticism all too often in a garden of woe lies are the seeds and betrayal is the perennial bloom thorns are treacherous hanging betwixt heaven and earth suffering and forsaken lost and alone crying out love and…
Poetry
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Gift of Love
loveit’s alli have to givei made it for you and you aloneit was created from my image and experience of youit’s an original work of art crafted by me for you alonei’m sorry it may not be what you wanti’m sorry it may not be what you needit’s all i…
Poetry
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Desires of the Heart
What do I desire? I desire freedom, the kind that encourages unconditional love and self-expression. I desire intimacy and by that I don’t exclusively mean sex. For me intimacy, begins with small shared experiences between people – a touch, a whisper, an embrace, a kiss, a caress, a breath, a…
Poetry
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Inevitable
Like a sunset, some things are inevitable. And too like a sunset, the inevitable may just be as welcomed. Darkness is near and it will be time to rest. It is inevitable.
Poetry
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Masts at Dawn
Masts at Dawn By Robert Penn Warren Past second cock-crow yacht masts in the harbor go slowly white. No light in the east yet, but the stars show a certain fatigue. They withdraw into a new distance, have discovered our unworthiness. It is long since The owl, in the dark…