A Poet Of Provence (Jewell Miller Poems)
THE ARRIVALThe sunlight of a waning winter daySent one long ray, aflame, across the gloomWhere Ludovico, Count of Ventimiglia,Bowed his ...
THE ARRIVALThe sunlight of a waning winter daySent one long ray, aflame, across the gloomWhere Ludovico, Count of Ventimiglia,Bowed his ...
In some quaint Nurnberg maler-atelierUprummaged. When and where was never clearNor yet how he obtained it. When, by whom'Twas painted—who ...
A missionary from the Mau Mau told me.There are spores blowing from space.He has himself seen an amazing botanyspringing the ...
Home (from Court Square Fountain-where affluent ghosts still importunea taciturnslave to entertainthem with a slow barbarous tunein his auctioned baritone-to ...
ARCH-SCHOLAR they'll call you,Kuno Mayer,Who know the wordBehind the wordThe men of learning . . .But who will tell themOf ...
Once I am sure there's nothing going on I step inside, letting the door thud shut. Another church: matting, seats, ...
Gripping the lectern, rocking it, searching the faces for the souls, for signs of heartfelt mindfulness at work, I thought, ...
Standing at the lectern defining our church his vision described how we should live Moving beyond tradition how worship should ...
We were challenged, asked from the lectern, quiet in the sanctuary if we were faithful with all our gifts not ...
The gospel lesson, the only scripture not read from the lectern, not this day The word of God preached from ...
The pastor, in the makeshift pulpit at the lectern, far from the vaulted ceilings, far from the stain glassed sanctuary ...
In that holy place, on that Oh Holy Night we rose as a family, to the chancel rail into the ...
This night has been so strange that it seemed As if the hair stood up on my head. From going-down ...
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