Ponderable polemics, poetic

WordPress site of poet Mark Lucker

poems about spirituality

  • Saturday morning

    first light of day bright silence rules sun, fresh coffee illuminate fleeting, holy solemnity First steaming mug is communion, a shared indulgence professing to dog; Rat-terrier, canine father-confessor What can I say? We’re Protestants Read more

  • Progression

    The faith of middle age bears little resemblance to the spirituality of youth what passed for insight at twenty was a liturgical hedonism of belief The faith of my middle years is more tangible, palpable, believable, less explainable but far more credible to anyone bothering to pay attention. Read more