Tell me your Story

Tell me your Story

Don’t throw your arms around me in that way: I know what you tell me is the truth – yes I suppose I loved you in my youth as boys do love their mothers, so they say, but all that’s gone from me this many a day: I am a merciless cactus an uncouth wild...
An unaccustomed wine

An unaccustomed wine

I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching next to mine, And summon them to drink….   And so I always bear the cup If, haply, mine may be the drop Some pilgrim thirst to slake, –   If, haply, any say to me, “Unto the little, unto me,” When I at...
Water into Wine

Water into Wine

These people know me only in the thin hymns of the mind, in the arid sermons and prayers. I am the live God, nailed fast to the old tree of a nation by its unreal tears. I thirst, I thirst for the spring water. Draw it up for me from your heart’s well and I will...