The Burning Babe As I in hoary winter’s night stood shivering in the snow, Surprised I was with sudden heat…
Browsing: Poetry
A Christmas Gift I choose not jewels or ermines Nor want I an Oldsmobile. The manger bed with the Christ…
Wisdom and the Wise When Wisdom came to us He was but a little Babe, Which startled the studious So…
Of Prophecy and Pregnancy The whole earth groans Like a swollen mother month [after] month [after] month Calendar pages turning…
In the Flesh Tonight is the night of mystery, Mystery of mysteries; In the silence and dark, Light Leaps down…
“Heaven” has Different Signs—to Me “Heaven” has different Signs—to me— Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of…
Debt of Honor O Jeremiah, they threw you in a pit, The bull’s eye of derision, the target of their…
All Winter Long The trees are white instead of green, And warm soft grass I have not seen All winter…
A Diamond or a Coal? A diamond or a coal? A diamond, if you please: Who cares about a clumsy…
The Canticle Far off I hear the singing of a thrush So far, in some far place, the deepest hush,…