þingvellir Park, Iceland


Rugged lines, ragged rocks,
The moss and grass can’t mute the years
Of violent heavings ere Vikings sailed
Or man appeared to make his mark.

Ancient forces issued forth
From deep within the darkened earth;
Hardened ice and heavy snow
Crumbled soil and crushed boulders.

Pangs of twisting, pains of sin
Convulse the planet, vain in purpose,
World and man awash in madness,
Their beauty fading, burning to ashes.

Questions and Answers

In honor of Fred E. Dennis, author of “Fifteen Hundred Bible Questions and Answers

So many questions! Hundreds of questions!
All answered by God in sound expressions!
Facts and dates and times and places,
Truths, commandments, deeds, and faces,
With Bible book and chapter and verse
To prove it all, our time to rehearse
The eternal plan as events unfold,
By prophets and apostles told.

What blessing to know about this plan
Completed in the Son of Man!
Our answers all in Christ are found,
To walk with God where glories abound.


What They Want

“You can’t insert your faith in politics,”
They say, “for oil and water do not mix.”
But what they mean is this: In its place
They put a human idol, hate by race,
And false equality, a social trial
Which fails repeatedly, deluded guile
And guilt of all the evil that they accuse—
What they want is for good faith to lose.

At My Desk, Late at Night

In the distance, faint, indistinct sounds:
An engine laboring up a steep incline,
The low rumble of thunder miles away,
A guard dog barking at dry and swirling leaves,
Distorted music mixed with party voices,
An unseen jet’s long echo in the sky —
Close by, creaking wood under my elbows,
The clink of melting ice in an empty glass,
The thunk, thunk of water in the drain.
Another Sunday gone, the saints dispersed,
An evening prayer, a slow and deepening slumber.