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Continue reading →: INRISomething told me this one was not the same:The way the soldiers knocked, their nervous breaths—Their rough command: “Make up a sign, old man,The prefect needs it done. Three languages:The lingua communis, Koiné, and wordsAs all these sorry fellows mutter hereIn such a hell-hole as Jerusalem.” I rooted through my…
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Continue reading →: MoonriseThe city sleeps, and over its dark fenA sacred stillness rises to the skyAs if the urbs aeterna lived again—Its centuries of ruin brushed asideJust long enough to catch a fleeting glimpseOf soaring temples, bustling markets’ din—An ancient people’s worship that still drinksThe nectar of our admiration in.So always it…
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Continue reading →: The Way: A Hymn of HolinessThere is a Day Dark-dawned, devoted to destruction Fear and terror rising in it thick as mist on the hills A sharp sword glutted with blood, drinking its fill in the heavens Where is the bright maiden, the proud youth, their canticle? They are laid waste, and their bower is broken Their…
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Continue reading →: Via DolorosaStrewn across the winding country lane Brilliant in their two-dimensioned constellation White petals flung with solemn abandon, yet Each one arranged as if with greatest care
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Continue reading →: Joseph’s SongYou are not my son; I have not known her; Our love was chaste, till All this came down.
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Continue reading →: Hebrews 11:21Hebrews 11:21 “By faith Jacob, when dying, blessed each of the sons of Joseph, bowing in worship over the head of his staff.” Faith sees, Lord Faith knows But most importantly, faith obeys Long did Jacob walk with You and see Your wonders, until his heart learned Your ways He…
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Continue reading →: PiercedThe streets are quiet now. The lights are dim Inside the houses that we passed to find This stable at the back of Bethlehem. My body is exhausted, but my mind Runs back to what the man in white declared – Yes; Gabriel – when instantly I knew My girlhood…
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Continue reading →: The Burning. Aloft they rise, mute torches in their flame-orange hour, Lining the silent corridors of pastured power; Strewing their leaves with practiced hand and calmer mien Than we who watch with tears unshed, with grief unseen, As Ceres’ touch along the golden ranks of corn One last time, then sighs…
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Continue reading →: The Feast. Red fruits and dark-skinned olives piled high Thick cuts of meat are steaming to the sky The soft bread oven-warm beside the oil As grape-globes show between the chinks of foil . Salami slices stacked in tidy rows And slowly the rich scent of goat-cheese shows The gentle sweetness…
Essays, poetry, meditations, and book reviews by Jeremy Vogan.
Jeremy Vogan
God, Life and Beauty is a blog site for my essays, poetry, book reviews, and other writings. Feel free to look around and comment if you have feedback. Enjoy!
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