Breeze blows dust, dangling decayed life - Not quite alive but still vibrant - in Surrounding sun streams. May my dull, decaying life also Regain vitality - lingering In Your light - Refracting life In variegated glory.
Rerouted Trail (a poem)
The trail traipses past the gaping gorge, Re-routed and well-marked with guiding signs. Yet the old, well-worn way is still etched and evident, Beckoning passersby, And will be for years.
Untied Branches
The wind blows and weary trees, Heavy with long life and towering height, Untie their burdened branches. Leaves flutter and fall, Like tears trailing unknown griefs, And find final rest among earthy graves.
Dancing Sumac
Sharp sumac starts the dance, Weaving her lithe lines Amidst the fall forest, Dividing greens from greys With gashes of radiant red, Leaving breathless leaves All aflutter and tall trees Trembling and creaking In whirlwind's rushes.
Poet Divine: Gerard Manley Hopkins
Today is the birthday of Gerard Manley Hopkins, one of the most beloved Christian poets of all time and the poet whose work has spoken to me most personally. Hopkins was a Victorian Era poet, educated at Balliol College, Oxford, and influenced by the Oxford Movement led by John Henry Newman, John Keble, and Edward Pusey. This movement, …
Matthew Erickson 