A poem on being asked to dinner with friends maunderingly entitled: A Paean of Joy somewhat perplexed by Questions in the Form Of An Improperly Constructed Sonnet by your faithful servant Daniel Anderson Tomorrow night sounds quite alright! what shall we bring? Yes! Anything! a little bite? a tasty mite?…
I can't hear myself. Clouds crowd the top of the buildings. Red hair a flare down the grey street. Beats, too many beaten, asyncopation. Your Journey Begins Here, Go! around, around the block, It ends. Clouds shroud the New Jerusalem…
A silence of praise is yours, Sounds unsounding ring out. In broken language and crippled moves, We complete our vow. Every word is yours, and still words fail Every move is yours Let us give praise! To you, all flesh is turned, Into your ear, our hearts and hurts are…
Hello, people of the future. Thanks for dropping in. Apologies for our antiquated interests and modes of expression. I’m hoping to come and visit you soon. And maybe we can become better acquainted.…
Dearest Father, As the sun is full of light, the ocean full of water, Heaven full of glory, so may my heart be full of your Spirit. Pointless are all your purposes to love, and the redemption paid by Jesus, unless your Spirit works within, regenerating my heart, giving me…
The silence, the Silence. Where the Word does not speak. The trees curl and reach, while the sun’s rays creep, creep, Higher and away, it dips below the face. The Last Sun of her days. But the Word knows her ways The Son shall see her face She’ll…