A meditation on indescribable experiences and how they point you to heaven
Category: Poetry
An edge. A step or two. Jump. Fly. Why not? Think of the fun. There’s life. Or death – what’s…
We’ll Never Get There When I was young and my Eyes were clear I would look At the stars on…
The ambiguity of words
If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable — T. S. Eliot, Burnt Norton They fool you by…
Here are some sonnets I have written over the years. I know that no one does this anymore— To bind…
This is the one that got me focused on thinking about psalms aesthetically. The poetry of this psalm seems so…
Another “aesthetic translation”. I particularly like the last section. Though in all honesty the King James version is pretty good…
Translation of Psalm 2
For some reason I forgot to post a lot of my aesthetic translations of psalms. Here’s one. All Extol Yahweh…