Daniel Hess: Once more the sun comes on and on
Once more the sun comes on and on
Across this world, this weary world
And still unsatisfied the grave
And still unfilled the barren womb Continue reading . . . “Daniel Hess: Once more the sun comes on and on”
Phoebe Anthus: How I Have Loved Thee
How I have loved thee,
how the world unwound,
when your voice, lay we
in the silent ground, Continue reading . . . “Phoebe Anthus: How I Have Loved Thee”
This sanctuary holds the peace of God
Not in its tinted windows or its art,
But pulsing in silent space.
Words so long hidden surface one by one Continue reading . . . “Bryan Snyder: Open”
“Golden Song” was originally published on the Curator in 2022. Read the poem here.
He came unbidden to the world
A stranger at our feast
He hoped he would destroy us all—
This unrelenting beast. Continue reading . . . “Hannah K: Pain”
I will watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise,
Rise to the music I cannot hear,
Music composed for Divinity’s ear, Continue reading . . . “Sarah J. Martin: Storm Dance”
Bonnie Beldan-Thomson: Gathered to His Fathers
When I turn the corner to Neustadt
I almost see my father
lying motionless.
Pale green sheet reflects spring Continue reading . . . “Bonnie Beldan-Thomson: Gathered to His Fathers”
Karen Yoder: Cut Down in Spring
Riddles were not shaped to die young—
a hurricane that rips through an apple orchard in May
shreds trunks, shrivels roots, splits hearts,
scattering limbs that leaves Continue reading . . . “Karen Yoder: Cut Down in Spring”
Come, and I’ll show you what I mean.
There’s a small town where we could go
A place I know, where they won’t notice
A few old houses and a lawn that’s overgrown. Continue reading . . . “Myra Wollman: Call It Home”
Bryan Snyder: Silent Questions
In the new-blown morning air
stirred with shimmering flight,
a swallow suspends my prayer Continue reading . . . “Bryan Snyder: Silent Questions”
Marlene Brubacher: In Defiance of the Poets
Something there is that does not love a tree,
And that’s myself, when bounding it with weedwhip.
Good trees lift sturdy arms to God, ’tis true;
They make good neighbours, make us maple syrup, Continue reading . . . “Marlene Brubacher: In Defiance of the Poets”
Peter is old now, very old—
twenty-six at least.
He’s got a job in Charing Cross, he takes
the bus, and pays the fees and Continue reading . . . “Hannah K: Grown Up”
Serena Peachey: Without Apology She Came
The New Year came on silent feet
As silent as the snow
She stepped across the edge of time
And came to say hello. Continue reading . . . “Serena Peachey: Without Apology She Came”
Richard Stoltzfoos: Mount Zion
A Meditation on Temples, Smartphones, and Revelation 15
I wander through the portal’s glow;
My wonder for the sun and sod
Is lost; please tell me, if you know,
Where I can go to find my God. Continue reading . . . “Richard Stoltzfoos: Mount Zion”
The other day on the road
You mentioned a plum.
All the conversation following it
fell away, forgotten. Continue reading . . . “Michelle Quevedo: Plum”
Kenneth Godoy: that it might tell them why
in the beginning,
the god made earth and the skin of the world.
he made wind and a single gull
that wrapped itself in the coldness of sunlight. Continue reading . . . “Kenneth Godoy: that it might tell them why”
A shrunken old man and
a shrunken old woman lean
across the rotted porch rail
into dazzling early light Continue reading . . . “Kayla Eby: Gary and Meg”
Richard Stoltzfoos: Dependence
I saw the pines inverted in the stillest lake,
With great roots gripping, hanging from the earth,
The earth that God sustains, we say, and spake
In princely stories of chiastic birth. Continue reading . . . “Richard Stoltzfoos: Dependence”
