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    Jesus: poems
    Jesus: poems
    Jesus: poems
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    Jesus: poems

    By David Craig

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    Jesus is God, and we as necessarily devotional Christian poets must not shy away from that fact. These poems try to celebrate that reality, who He is, without sacrificing literary quality. They are distinctly American (baseball, jazz, and free verse) in form, Beat in the line of Mary Fabilli, Thomas Merton, and Daniel "stick it to the man" Berrigan. And they try to accomplish this without sacrificing humor and romp. May these, and all Christian poems, both now and in the future, wave that flag of freedom--no matter what our personal struggles. Our lives, our poems are about Jesus finally, the One who is mercy itself. May He look kindly upon us, and give us His peace.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherResource Publications
    Release dateMar 21, 2018
    ISBN9781532646904
    Jesus: poems
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    David Craig

    David Craig was born in Aberdeen and educated there and in Cambridge. He has taught literature and social history in schools and universities in England, Scotland and Sri Lanka. He has published several books on Natural History and Social History, including The Glens of Silence which was published by Birlinn in 2004. He lives in Cumbria.

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      Table of Contents

      Title Page

      I.

      Thin 19th century gravestones

      It’s Holy Saturday

      The dog howls when Linda plays piano

      Our other dog died, which was harder for him

      I still look for him beneath the table

      Fr. Bob looks so old at 82

      And if at times I feel like Pigpen

      Summer looms, a very big peony

      Let me pick my berries here

      Self-reflexive in the parking lot

      The monks have it right

      All the help we need

      The wind in waves, up the high grassy hill

      Let me fit nowhere

      Driving through an Amish thunderstorm

      I generally ride the giant tortoise

      The green tree next door

      Who better than the fallen

      We walk into a different cave

      Refugees must learn what a radish is

      You can find better sheep

      Your cry has always been small

      The deserted part of the city

      Pentecost comes but once a year

      God delights

      Finding Waldo

      Wisdom, like an old horse

      And this house, as I look at it

      Green daffodils, braided soon

      Where you live, you don’t

      Popes, Poland, and presidents

      The future is always too big

      Our Miniature Schnauzer, fifteen

      My laughter makes the tree whole

      II.

      The fog outside this morning did not come

      My chance for completely clear skin

      Praise God for this flat, cold winter sky

      I need more money to live in this economy

      Let’s have Christmas again this year

      I do want to improve

      The Virgin Mary, Queen of all the earth

      This veil of tears

      Another man singing in the park

      We want the king’s fireworks

      Little trains at Christmas, little guns

      Frost crumples the pumpkin

      The world is ending, I read it on the internet

      We are not the most important anything

      You walk under the trees without me

      How can we escape our sins? Who would want to?

      Jude wants everyone to go to bed early

      Only hillbillies git to heaven

      Old friends come back (For Mark, John)

      Egg nog spells the season

      Notes

      "There is, writes the poet, ‘a pretty loud party going on in the other world.’ And with those words David Craig takes us on a journey of spiritual longing where ‘each little moment’ on earth, though suffused with astonishment and love, is only a ‘pauper’s map to heaven.’ Throughout this book, the reader encounters the quotidian juxtaposed with the extraordinary—each and all a wonder. While Craig tells us, we might be

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