Sketch

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Sketch of Hand

Grapite on Paper
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Figure-Conte

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God Laid in Dust

God laid in dust
Tasted, smelled, touched.
Thomas felt the wound,
Spoke with Eternal Word
Impossible mercy made flesh.

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Unfaltering Tongue

Pounding waves praise thee,
Squawking gulls
Whisper hymns.
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This Morning's Light

This mornings’ light
Caught like all the
Dawns of yesterday
Reflects off the gently falling leaf
As it falls to asphalt floors
Gently scrapping up the hill
Pushed by the sound of the whippoorwill

November 24th, 2002
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Faith

Faith holds on to the Wind,
Finds comfort in the Rock,
and Rest in the Mover.

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The Fall of Man

Watercolor and conte on paper

et homo factus est

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Sunday

Jacob’s children cry.
Father Abraham & David’s Son — fathers all, praise with voices one.
Open now your mouths and sing.
Let your praises ring!
Listen! for our King hears.
Look! for our sovereign sees.
Let us taste goodness and love together.


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Beauty

Beauty has no rhyme, no reason.
It lays upon the skin
and sometimes burrows itself in.
Where is the grace in a beautiful face?
Where is the mercy shown in the hand or face?
Why? Why make us fair of form?
—He could have made us all forlorn.
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A World Without Edges

A world without edges,
Soft meaningless words,
Horizon-less life.
Teach us to number our days,
Show us sunsets,
Dark set against the light,
Wonder seen in contrast,
Life, light, flowing rivers,
Sadness No-more.

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Where is the Heart

Where is the Heart
When it beats too swiftly?
Where is the Soul
When it sours?
Does it beat its wings,
Does it flutter,
Does it hover,
Or merely wish to be Heaven born?

I can feel this Sin sick soul within me,
Adam clinging to my Breast
As a Mother clings to her dying child.
Weeping.

Where is the Heart
When it beats too swiftly?
Where is the Soul
When it sours?
Where is Faith
When the footing is lost and
Tumbling O’er and o’er?

We are told it is invisible,
This faith we cannot see.
There are times when
I wish it would
Solidify that I might
Behold my Destiny.

Where is the mountain that I can move?

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The Deckled Edge

We live upon the edge. Though we believe that we are safe and in the middle of the page, we are none-the-less, sitting with our legs dangling over the deckled edge.

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