By Rigoberto González
Boys will be boys, the saying goes,
even if that boy will one day
age into Messiah. One would
never guess…
even if that boy will one day
age into Messiah. One would
never guess…
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- By Malika Bookeri.
But Noah found grace in the eyes of the lord
and thus formed the habit of my non-naming,
there … - By Mercedes Lucerodear mary metonym of mine to mind *mary *mari *mare *mere Magdalene or mother not as Abuelita dreams…
- By Natalia Treviñomi ’buelita Socorro
woulda loved this
basilica, un homenaje
for la Virgencita, the story
of her life, her… - By Chris WatkinsI was riding toward Damascus
to yell at some Christians and maybe
stone a few uninhibited women
when… - By Li-Young LeeSay the words:
On earth
as it is in heaven.
Say the words:
Love thy neighbor
as thyself.
Say the words… - By Madeleine CravensMaryam drove too fast
through the mountains. Look, she said,
it’s Jesus, as we passed the figure on… - By K. IverAt my beloved’s burial,
I can’t see his body.
Only carnations. I hear
your name and my beloved’s
in the … - By Isabella DeSendireadying it for my lover’s dinner, I remembered
my abuela slashing the rooster’s throat. I was four.… - By Robert DuncanThis is the way it is. We see
three ages in one: the child Jesus
innocent of Jerusalem and Rome
- magically… - By Jupiter HammonI O come you pious youth! adore The wisdom of thy God, In bringing thee from distant shore, To learn…
- By Richard Rolle[Alle perisches and passes pat we with eghe see]
It wanes into wrechednes, þe welth of þis worlde.… - By UnknownHwæt! Ic swefna cyst secgan wylle,
hwæt me gemætte to midre nihte,
syðþan reordberend reste wunedon!… - By UnknownListen! I will speak of the sweetest dream,
what came to me in the middle of the night,
when speech-… - By William LanglandIn a somer seson, whan softe was þe sonne,
I shoop me into [a] shrou[d] as I a sheep weere,
In habite… - By William Langland‘þis were a wikkede wey but whoso hadde a gyde
þat [myȝte] folwen us ech foot’: þus þis folk hem mened… - By William LanglandWolleward and weetshoed wente I forþ after
As a recchelees renk þat [reccheþ of no wo],
And yede for… - By CaedmonNow let us praise Heaven-Kingdom's guardian,
the Maker's might and his mind's thoughts,
the work of … - By Harriet Beecher StoweI.MIDNIGHT."He hath made me to dwell in darkness as those that have been long dead."
All dark!—no… - By Harriet Beecher StoweKnocking, knocking, ever knocking?
Who is there?
'Tis a pilgrim, strange and kingly,
Never such was …