Daughter, Thy Faith Hath Made Thee Whole

Twelve years bleeding, twelve-years sleeping--
the Teacher felt His power leaving.
While still speaking, wailers weeping--
at Jesus' touch the unclean fleeting.

Creation Ex Oratorio

At Kosmos' birth the world was spoken:

God breathed sky and dribbled ocean.

He sustains the earth like whole note held,

singing still the conceptive spell.

In labor pains creation drones--

for in full measure judgment comes.

Insufficient Funds

What recourse do I have in works
against the death-wage paycheck cut for me?

But Christ! what holy fraud!
that you would countersign my sin
and cash my greens across your back.

The Marriage of the Lamb Is Come, and His Wife Hath Made Herself Ready

We'll take a cup of kindness--
yet for Thou auld-lang-syne-expected Jesus.

For fast away the old year passes:
Thine advent thwarted as
another Christmas culminates
(à la Harold Camping, Harmonites)
in marriage feast unconsummated.