conjectural navel gazing; jesus in lint form

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I See Liturgy Everywhere Now

Posted December 7, 2013 @ 10:31am | by Tripp

The Liturgy:I can see the liturgy everywhere(an occupational hazard, one assumes),in the liner notes of old albums,and in the articles fromRolling Stone.With each new issue, a new Book of Common Prayer,and Napster (of Holy Memory)plagues my...

 

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The Gospel Truth #poetry #advent #kisses

Posted December 5, 2013 @ 10:41am | by Tripp

Inundated.That is the word that I am looking for.Flood. Burial. Chaos.A levitical move,to be sure.The barriers break downand all comes crashing 'round;the season,and the reasons,and they all go mad,and call itLove.I was watching a...

 

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Another Poem

Posted September 20, 2013 @ 12:46pm | by Tripp

Of Hope and WateriGrief.Unrealized but no less real for it,In anticipation of what is to come,I have cut myselfoff (Old habits die hard).From you. From them.From the material sounding.From the rites, the meal,the water blessed(I am so tired of...

 

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No one is interested in Jesus.

Posted August 13, 2013 @ 1:46am | by Tripp

It never occurred to me to speak of something trueor to sing of love, beauty, and unrequited desire.Instead I offered you pretense,or worse,Jesus.God in Heaven forbid I should offer you a zealota mystic, soothsayer, heretic, unmarried,and thus unmanned,pretender to the...

 

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A Poem

Posted November 11, 2012 @ 9:40pm | by Tripp

I cannotthink that you don'tsoundor breatheweepor grieveI will notthink that you don'twantor plythe cosmoswith loveor graceseekinguslost againI can believeI can lose youI can thwart youI can set you upI can watch you fallto...

 

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Holy Tuesday

Posted April 3, 2012 @ 10:15am | by Tripp

Tuesday stands alone.Have you noticed?There are thecalendars, of course,Constructed from narrative,construed frombibliohistory. Thesecalendars say somethingof Tuesday.But the Liturgy,She ignores poor Tuesday.Maybe it's a day to prepare,to buy the...

 

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