Poetry
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Once again, My Pastoral Ponderings offers a wonderful poem that I’ve never read before and that ministers life to my soul as part of his Poem of the Week series. Forgiveness of others and ourselves is such a powerful, freeing gift, and yet, one we struggle mightily to give freely. Such a rich post and…
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For over a month I’ve been waiting to publish this poem. (I’ve also been in a writing drought…hence my lack of posts.) Earlier in the year, my art teacher colleague at Grove City High School invited me out to his property to experience firsthand the mystery of wood fired pottery. He hoped I could capture…
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Today we revisited Emily Dickinson’s poem “Hope” is the thing with feathers as we explored how metaphor helps us better understand the abstract concepts of life like love, joy, anger, and hope. Dickinson’s extended metaphor comparing hope to a bird always reminds me of the following poem by Lisel Mueller, where she expands that single…
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To close the year, let me share with you one gift my daughter shared with me this Christmas as a charge for the new year. Along with a copy of Wendell Berry’s This Day: Collected and New Sabbath Poems, Ethney gave me a beautiful sonnet inspiring us to nurture our imaginations and feed the fires…
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Advent: December 24 By Vincent H. Anastasi 2022 We have set our gifts around the base of the tree – small tokens of love waiting dawn’s unwrapping of the Desire of Nations.
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Advent: December 23 By Vincent H. Anastasi 2022 Together we braved the cold – winter’s winds whipping your hair and my beard, our errand an echo of their journey pregnant with Hope.
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Advent: December 22 By Vincent H. Anastasi 2022 This Ebenezer raised by the Holy Spirit turns our fickle hearts back to hearth, to health, to home – Life’s intangible riches!
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Advent: December 21 By Vincent H. Anastasi 2022 Our white Christmas dreams, the gift of Irving Berlin, suddenly seem small in light of the earnest prayers of slaves to modern Caesars.
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Advent: December 20 By Vincent H. Anastasi 2022 Bumper to bumper, the traffic inches forward; evening’s stars emerge. Crossing this urban desert, I, too, seek the source of Rest.
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Advent: December 19 By Vincent H. Anastasi 2022 No red dragon jaws could devour the child-king, silence the war-cry that commands angelic hosts even from a manger bed.
the deepening ground 