Phillip Under the Fig Tree

how do you know me?
Phillip hid not from Your sight
under the fig tree

what thoughts were had there
that made sense of this question?
sight that knows speaks deep.

Eucharist

who feeds the ravens
beneath the spreading heavens
doth himself feed us.

Eucharist

that which we are fed
wine poured out and broken bread
we are consumed by

Nature and Grace

who am I O Lord?
between nature and your grace
a sinner, a saint.

Light of the Word

scorned not Mary's womb
saw it fit to come to us
messy, longing world

The Making of Stiff Necks

By us, came the Fall

can't get up, left with stiff necks

We need your straightening.