Along The Eastern Shore
This poem tries to capture the Atlantic at high tide in the spring: the gathering light, the measured rise of the waves, and the strange beauty of power that feels both ordered and alive.
Not One Forgotten
A reflective poem tracing the life of a sparrow and the quiet providence of God—reminding us that not one small life is forgotten before Him.
A Forerunner's Song
I leapt before my lungs drew breath, a dance within my mother’s womb, stirred by the nearness of the Coming One, the Word made
The Great Physician
In shadows deep a patient lay, Bound tight by death’s unyielding sway, A heart within—corrupt, untrue, Blackened through, as sin will do. Beside
Stars and Parallel
I will start including some of my poetry on this site; here's one I recently wrote, thinking through our current culture.