The Eulogy I Read for My Grandfather’s Funeral

I think grandchildren have a special vantage point. By the time we meet our grandparents, they’ve probably made most of their mistakes and learned most of their lessons. Their secret journey, unobserved by others, has imperceptibly carved itself into their faces. When a little child looks at grandpa she knows who he is…maybe in her…

Poem XI: One Dryad to Another

February 7th 2007 Come, neighbor; Breathe my perfume and I will taste your fruit. We shall not be divided, you and I, Since our particular roots have stretched themselves and fingered down Through sanded clay, through dank edged dirt, And dipped with selfsame thirsty joy In one selfsame, Deliberate, Resplendent, Surgent Source.

Poem X: Psalm One in Verse

In the tradition of Isaac Watts, this rhyme is rather brittle but expresses biblical piety. Also in his tradition it conflates New Testament gospel with Old Testament song…and in my case I threw in the ten commandments. It’s a relic of my search for true religion, about the time immediately before discovering Orthodoxy. I think…