Backward Mutters

  • Lamb of God

    Lamb of God

    A friend of mine passed away recently. I will officiate his memorial service tomorrow. He once shared a devotional entry by Elisabeth Elliot at a time I needed to hear it. The sonnet below is once that though I keep re-working it, it will always be in memory of his…

  • Behemoth

    Behemoth

    Under the lotus plants he lies, in the shelter of the reeds and in the marsh. For his shade the lotus trees cover him; the willows of the brook surround him. – Job 40:21-24 You may listen to me read the poem via the player below. I wonder if Monet…

  • What Shall We Say?

    What Shall We Say?

    This poem is born from a question that I’ve been considering midst the circumstances of the past year and a half and especially over past the summer though some part of the question has been being asked over a lifetime. I believe I know the answer. By that I don’t…

  • Hospital Daze

    Hospital Daze

    Together we’ve rushed Here to space six feet apart In a waiting room. Masked faces cannot Hide the blank expression of Our hospital daze. Bewildered here, we Stare at screens or out windows — To the world outside. The daze lasts for days As we surrender to the Hospital’s rhythm.…

  • Three Morning Haikus

    Three Morning Haikus

    Here are three haikus which draw from Psalm 30:5 and Matthew 5:4. It’s waking this way That’s the hardest part of sad— Mourning by morning. “Blessed are those who Mourn, for they,” the Teacher said, “Shall be comforted.” Weeping lasts a night; His anger, just a moment; With mourning comes…