God Is In The Radio

Poetry

  • She Who Sings Him Still

    My song shall not sound cold to himNo, it shall burn through the fog of the moorA darkened chain drawn tight with hymnTo pull him where the black tides pour In my deep wave, he’ll find your hairTangling in seaweed,… Continue reading

    She Who Sings Him Still

  • Litany of the Crooked Hands

    I start shouting with my handsbut my fingers are bentlike thorns twisted in a crownno saint ever meant Once, they held the holy breadlifted chalice toward the sunnow they clutch at vanished veilsand pray to be undone I tried to… Continue reading

    Litany of the Crooked Hands

  • The Ropes Before the Grave

    Hope for truth while warm blood still singsNot when your bones wear funeral ringsLeap—leap now—into the fire of nightWhile the moon still casts your name in light Salvation’s not for the tomb or bellIt blooms before the final knellWhat you… Continue reading

    The Ropes Before the Grave

  • The Way of Freedom

    Do not seek freedom as a placesome distant heaven paved in stillnessa throne where pain cannot kneel Freedom is not a gate you reachbut a river you become It is not the absence of stormbut the grace to walk barefoot… Continue reading

    The Way of Freedom

  • The Unthinking Hour

    We speak of life beneath a veilAfraid to gaze too long, too deepFor thought, that serpent, loves to coilAround the truths we dare not keep To walk, to breathe, to wear the skinIs to forget the ghost withinWe dine with… Continue reading

    The Unthinking Hour

  • Let the Word be a Seed

    I walk & ask for a wordnot from books or sermonsbut from the sounds betweena pigeon’s wing & tree root’s dream I ask the breeze what names it carrieswhat syllables it weaves into the air Sometimes a leaf answerssometimes the… Continue reading

    Let the Word be a Seed

  • To See One’s Shadow

    The greatest gift is not wrapped in ribbonnor spoken in perfect toneit is the quiet unfolding of selfthe soft shedding of confusion’s thorn To see one’s shadow without flinchingto sit with the ache & not runto name the tempest within… Continue reading

    To See One’s Shadow

  • Time’s Quiet Shore

    All that I wantedwas all that I hadno kingdom, no treasurejust stillness unclad A breath in the morninga glance full of lighta few words of mercyin the silence before night I held it like incensea flicker, a flamea moment that… Continue reading

    Time’s Quiet Shore

  • After the Rain

    Blue mountains after rainfallbut not the blue you knew before No, deeper nowas if the sky weptonto their bonesand they drank it inwith silent joy Much bluerlike bruises healed from withinlike prayers whisperedthrough thunder Was it the rainthat made them… Continue reading

    After the Rain

  • Homesick

    There is no cure for the ache that beats in our bonesNot for a house, but for a silence we’ve known It is not memory alone that tugs at the chestBut something ahead that feels like our own The Alpha… Continue reading

    Homesick