“Stone Remembers”By +Brian Ernest Brown Stone rememberswhat our hearts forget—that holiness is carved slowly,stroke by stroke,in the long patience of God. Figures etched in quiet reliefstand witnessto every dawn that breaksupon this wall. Saints, angels, and seekers—their supple presence,blessing the roomwithout a sound. And the light—oh, the light—falls like a…
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Vespers at Dusk
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…
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After the Dinner Party by Robert Penn Warren
After the Dinner PartyBy Robert Penn Warren You two sit at the table late, each, now and then,Twirling a near-empty wine glass to watch the last redLiquid climb up the crystalline spin to the last moment whenCentrifugality fails: with nothing now said. What is left to say when the last…
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Broken Yet Beating
Broken Yet BeatingBy Brian Ernest Brown I’ve always knownI’ll die of a broken heart Shattered like glassIt was preventable and yet inevitable Only thing worseThan a fate such as this Is most assuredlyLiving with a beating broken heart
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So Many, Too Many
So Many, Too ManyBy Brian Ernest Brown So many wounded people.So many ill people.So many frightened people.So many sad people.So many frustrated people.So many angry people.So many lost people.So many hiding people. Many. So many. Too many.Lord, in your mercy, hear our prayer. My petals have drooped a little todayEven…
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If I Ever Said I Love You
If I Ever Said I Love YouBy +Brian Ernest Brown If I ever said I love youI mean it even now If I ever held you in my heartI hold you even now Love never gives up
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Good Intentions
Good IntentionsBy +Brian Ernest Brown,CWC 11 March 2001 Oh, how my good intentionsswirl around me throughout the day.Like ghosts they seem to haunt me,but they never fly away. Those gossamer threads they lead me,down a well worn path in life.A path I’ve taken too often,a course that’s wrought with strife….
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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…
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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…
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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…