This essay follows one that I wrote recently where I advocated an interest in typology as an approach to reading scripture. In that essay, I defined types as being not exactly what we think of when we think of allegory, as the term allegory has … Continue reading The Word of God
The rabbis of the Talmud, and even before in Christ’s day, mentioned four methods of interpreting scripture: pshat, drash, sod, and remez. Pshat is the literal grammatical meaning. According to pshat, the story of David and Goliath means that David killed Goliath. Drash is the … Continue reading Symbol in History
You are so long overdueFor a poem that describes youThe effect you have on my heartIs a divinely crafted artPossessed by no woman beforeSince before the days of yore Your beauty is a gleaming sigilOf an angel’s unceasing vigilThat brought you to earth near to … Continue reading Overdue
I am the oceanOr really my heart isA victim of furious emotionVulnerable to any cute Ms.Who tricks me into daringTo trust that she can forgiveTo believe that she is caringAnd make love a life to live I am the seaA source of lifeTo she who comes to meI … Continue reading I am the Ocean
I watch you from so far away, unable to reach you as I am shackled to this skull and bones throne of propriety. You stand there alone, surrounded by legions of nascent Olympians. Every inch of you, from your cinnamon hair to your angel-winged feet, … Continue reading Blessed Virgin Jezebel
I lay awake very lateContemplating my first dateWith the perfect girl of my dreamsAnd my thoughts begin to produce reamsOf words of love and tendernessAs we sojourn through a wildernessOf seemingly grand adventureWhich forces us to conjectureAbout the character of our spiritsAnd the deeply hidden … Continue reading A Poem I Wrote to Help with Insomnia
There he stood as always, outside her door, waiting for her to come out. They had somehow gotten the myths crossed. It was not vampires who had to ask permission to enter a house. It was people like him. Unfortunately people had to know he was there … Continue reading The Ghost
The Greeks spoke of three fates. I am fated to have three of my own: the one that never was, the one that isn’t now, and the one that never will be. While they can be conveniently arrayed into past, present, and future, none are … Continue reading Moirae
In the dark of the forestI have spotted my dearestWalking tenderly under La LuneAwaiting the siren song of my swoon I long to sink myself into herTo feel what she is down underTo wrench the light from the darkness within herTo drink her lumens with … Continue reading Moonlight Song