I am creating a series of art and poems based on the words Jesus spoke to women. This poem is based on the account of Jesus’ words spoken to his mother, Mary, when he was on the cross found in John 19:25-27. This is the artwork I created for this poem: You can hear me read this poem here: my heart has beenfull of him and the yes I gavethe God I could not see be to me accordingto your word letting go since...
I am creating a series of art and poems based on the words Jesus spoke to women. This poem is based on the account of Jesus’ words spoken to the mourning women of Jerusalem as he walked to the crucifixion site after his trial found in Luke 23:26-31. You can hear me read this poem here: city on a hillits killing field–“the skull” where fleshreduced to bone–hollowed humans ancestor Adam’scursed boneswitnessing the Teachernow walkingits way of sorrows we do all we know–weep and...
It’s been a long time since I wrote a “All Good Things” post, but today I’m reviving it! I have gotten back into the swing of reading and I thought I’d share a few books I’ve read recently and what you might learn from them. Everything Sad is Untrue: (A True Story) by Daniel Nayeri* This is the best creative non-fiction I’ve read in such a long time. It’s a hard book to describe because it’s so good for...
I am creating a series of art and poems based on the words Jesus spoke to women. This poem is based on the account of Jesus’ words to Mary when she anoints his feet with oil at the house of Simon the Leper found in Luke 7:36-40, Matthew 26:6-13, Mark 14:3-9, and John 12:1-8. Note: There is a lot of debate about whether these stories are all one account of the same woman anointing Jesus. There is also debate over whether Mary of...
I am creating a series of art and poems based on the words Jesus spoke to women. This poem is based on the account of Jesus’ words to Mary and Martha after the death of their brother in John 11:11-57. four days since we boundthe shell of our brotherand released him tothe relentless grave over a week since we calledfor the only Healer we knowand waitedfor him to come too late I tend and feedthe consolerscrowding Marydrowning in sorrow Then he arrivesand I leave...
