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Dowser’s Prayer

I am religious
the way small desert towns
are named after water;
eleven or twenty worn buildings,
brown hills, dust.

Holy Places

No Celestial room has ever compared
to the stalk of yellow bluestem held in my son’s teeth
three-quarters of a mile into a Sunday afternoon walk,
      feathered seeds dancing with every step.

Golden Plates Ode

Were they fake news? Etched
on tin? Did the boy prophet
really find them sequestered

A December Poem

Under the dome above, we look up,
singing children’s canticles,
our own domed hearts
clutched by the promise

Ressurrection and Judgment

Good morning. It is an honor to speak to you today on the holiest of Sabbaths, when we come together to celebrate the resurrection of our Savior, Jesus Christ. Easter is, of course, a day of rejoicing. The events of Holy Week leading up to Easter—Palm Sunday, the Last Supper, Christ’s suffering in Gethsemane and the Crucifixion—all lead inexorably to the joyful conclusion that “Christ the Lord is Risen Today.”