This originally appeared as part of the Daily Sip, a ministry of St John’s Cathedral in Denver, CO
by Charles LaFond
Wings rustle in the Advent night
of Jesus’ coming.
The Angels are restless.
They look calm
because that is there job-
serene and quiet.
But you can tell they are
nearly bursting their
white robes with excitement
Their blue wings quiver
as with a lover’s touch.
How could this be?
How could He take on the form
of a small, fleshy baby?
How could the ruler
of a cosmos become
a child with poopy-pants
and a small […]
by Louie Clay
Warning: Get a large salt shaker
and sprinkle all over your CRT.
More than a grain is required.
I’m glad you’ve gotten
lots of electronic hugs
I’ll take you to lunch
if you can show up here.
But I wonder whether you need
a harder kind of support?
To the extent that the person
remains rational, and that’s difficult
to determine, suicide seems to me
the severest form of a disease
that has long infested humanity,
especially disliked minorities,
the dis-Ease called Self-Pity.
I speak with the authority of a quean.
Self-pity is the only […]
by Louie Crew
Click on the titles to hear the poems read by Dr. Crew.
Miserable is the person who never talks with the ungodly
who goes out of the way to avoid sinners
who never can see life critically.
The self-righteous live by the rules of the elite,
and by these rules are they compulsive day and night.
They are like trees planted in a swamp, moored in every flood of fashion.
They seem to endure, and whatsoever they perform is always […]
What are we neglecting in our scrambling for assurance and safety and control? What endures? What are the lingering questions. I think the poem still captures where I am with this, though it takes on fresh irony in light of the recent damage to the Cathedral. I hope it will speak, in this 10th anniversary season, to readers of the Café