I’ve always been a sucker for great English poets, or as some might call them, dead white guys. I thought this might be a wonderful offering for NaPoWrMo today.
Author: robertalanrife
I have spent the better part of my life as a professional musician. Primarily, that has meant the fun and challenging world of church music. Most recently, I have transitioned out of my role as worship and music director for Yakima Covenant Church, Yakima, Washington to global service in Edinburgh, Scotland. I'm a singer-songwriter, liturgist, poet, and writer. I love words. I love to read them. I love to write them. Most of all, I love the many intersections, like a sacramental tapestry, of life, liturgy, literature, the arts, and spiritual formation...oh, and I love haggis.
National Poetry Month – April 15, 2019
Monday, April 15, 2019
the stones know something we do not
Palm Sunday. The day God said no to empire.
the stones know something we do not
their tears now stain a palm-laden street
and cries reserved for a different day
burst out unsettled unstoppable unreserved
for today only the stones understand
who rides upon them
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National Poetry Month Daily Haiku #10
April 13, 2019
National Poetry Month Daily Haiku #9
April 12, 2019
National Poetry Month – April 11, 2019
Today, for National Poetry Month, I offer you the grace of these lines by fellow poet and friend, Lesley-Anne Evans. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.
Lament of Water
Snow this morning
after several days of deep freeze.
Slow flakes freed from sky
lay themselves at earth’s feet:
So much emptying.
This time of year the creek
I would love to live like a river flows…
is crusted, flow invisible to passersby
and their dogs, but I hear her speak.
She will transport continents
at spring break-up, downed trees,
bloated islands of of animals;
the elders, the dying.
…carried by the surprise of its own unfolding.
I sit in my windowed room while the sun
peels back morning, each snowflake
whispers earth as in heaven.
Each day and its relentless giving,
I do not ask yet I receive what
I do not know I need. Such gifts
I would love to live…
of shadow and of blinding light;
how much longer, LORD,
Lines from John O’Donohue’s Unfinished Poem
National Poetry Month Daily Haiku #8
April 10, 2019
National Poetry Month Daily Haiku #7
April 9, 2019
innerwoven 
