Chill the window pane on my warm brow, Tattered, shredded, drifting mist Floating by, silently enveloping Faces, forms, shapeless shadows, Treading, wandering, fleeting, Passing, moving, fading. Somewhere, whispering voices Distinct, lucid, faint, and distant, Near echoes stormy ocean waves Vying relentlessly with solid land, And there sway faint phantom trees. Here am I, confined, four …
Tag: Orthodox poetry
A Blind Man’s Cry
Tripping, stumbling, wandering, Dusty, gritty, and dirty, Parched mouth, fumbling hands, Eyes darkened, blinded Hustle, bustle, tossed here and there, Stamping crowds, a thousand Murmuring voices of disharmony. Fallen, beggar, wounded, lost, Sinful, sitting by the wayside, Two-fold aspect of being Eternally woven and bound, Earthen body – immaterial spirit Sightless windows, eyes veiled, Trampled …
Immortal Sacrifice
A poem, by me, to mix it up a little bit. What can I offer You, O Immortal King? I am nothing, infinitesimal, minute. I will offer You my being; Yet I have no being, You alone are true being, Life Rather, You transcend even being, O Great I AM. I am death, sin, darkness, …
A Starless Sky
I started this blog five years ago in June of 2017. I figure that's a five-year anniversary. I simply wrote. I didn't write to try and be known. I was pretty shocked when the readership really started to grow. Really, I'm just a nobody parish priest of a smaller-sized parish in a midsized town in …
Slipping Softly Away
In the gathering storm of earthly mortality, I am drip, dripping away. In the scorching heat of senseless brutality I am melting sadly away. The salty tears of my fleshly eyes Swell the burden of my soul; With every step humanity dies From wounds of its own insanity. All the towers of excess material gain; …
A Little Child
In the stillness of the night A little child, shining bright, Came to me with words of gold, Glistening mysteries untold, Hands stretched out in prophetic song, The rhythm sweet, the silence long. While his lips, slender and fair, Lit a fire in the black air, He reached forth to touch my eyes, Yet quick as when …
The Song of a Child
Necessity is a savage beast, With razor claws and bloodied teeth. Luxury is an opulent whore, With ruby lips and a revolving door. Poverty is a broken man, With tattered clothes and a pleading hand. Contentment is a pure child, With innocent eyes that the world reviled.
The Inkless Pen 