Doxa

White though simple carries every colour. Glory – small word – is manifold. Break apart light and find prismatic wonder. None of this has words. What then? What sounds can be made to stir hearts? The Word – singular yet many pleats, Many rooms – beams and breathes from beginning. How can we reveal? WeContinue reading “Doxa”

Your Love Is Loud

Your love is loud: it shatters drums And bursts the walls; it shakes, benumbs The membranes and the tubes and nerves. It races through canals and swerves With swimming, soaring ocean thrum. In majesty it overcomes The orchestra, the endless hum Of all that mind and ear preserve: Your love is loud. Now listen asContinue reading “Your Love Is Loud”