by phillipw | Aug 7, 2019 | ME
Obliteration when God is finished with His oils and lays His brush away, i hope He searches for my portrait in the nearly countless bays of storage where His grand conservator, His memory, has stowed it. then i want the picture to be scrubbed as clean as clean can...
by phillipw | Aug 7, 2019 | JE, LO, ST
Ghostly Surgery When we are sleeping, both, forever, I Will sift your soul subconsciously. This search Will certainly include past dreams and pry Among your souvenirs. I’ll find the perch Where this and that love rival have been stored. I’ll oust them,...
by phillipw | Aug 7, 2019 | CH, LO, ST
Conversion I swallowed starlight when I saw you first, That night you came in through a holy gate And raised your hands in hallowed greeting, burst With beauty in a fevered Sabbath, straight From lukewarm life including tepid Christ. He was the son behind theology Of...
by phillipw | Aug 6, 2019 | AN
What Angels Do When Plastered What seraphs do when frescoed high above Us on the ceilings of a church has not Been contemplated. Cherubs gaze with love Upon the Virgin Mary and the cot Of straw and slumbering contents. Is that all They manage, stick to plaster roof...
by phillipw | Aug 6, 2019 | DI
For Pati I look upon my life like Disneyworld. In Disney’s realm the days are sunny stark, Or when it rains the wigs still stay stiff, twirled In spite of the humidity. The park In evening’s brilliant, too, since Klieg lights blare Away what darkness that sneaks in...
