Poetry: Psalm 119

How can a young man keep his way pure?    By guarding it according to your word.With my whole heart I seek you;    let me not wander from your commandments!I have stored up your word in my heart,    that I might not sin against you.Blessed are you, O Lord;    teach me your statutes!With my lips I declare    all the rules of your mouth.In the way of your …

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Poetry: Kilmer – Trees

Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.

Poetry: Coleridge – On Donne’s Poetry

With Donne, whose muse on dromedary trots,Wreathe iron pokers into true-love knots;Rhyme's sturdy cripple, fancy's maze and clue,Wit's forge and fire-blast, meaning's press and screw. Here we find two brilliant poets wrapped into one poem. This poem is both highly amusing to me and quite intriguing. The more I look at, the more I love …

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Poetry: Milton – On Shakespeare

What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones,The labor of an age in pilèd stones,Or that his hallowed relics should be hidUnder a star-ypointing pyramid?Dear son of Memory, great heir of fame,What need’st thou such weak witness of thy name?Thou in our wonder and astonishmentHast built thyself a live-long monument.For whilst to th’ shame of …

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One year of Where the Moss Grows Old

To be fair, I'm celebrating this first anniversary a little bit late. But Holy Week took precedence! But even without a new baby and one of the highlights of the Church Year, this date sort of snuck up on me. I had been thinking about my book as I've been writing poetry over the last …

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