matt tullos: writer
Before the first man had first breath Before the mystery of death Angels worshiped the Holy one The majesty of God’s own Son From infinite past he was and is and is to come Holy Holy above all living things Before the glory of every king
My life is on the wheel Earthbound clay Molded Wondering Why are His hands changing me? Poking, prodding, pounding (it feels like punishment sometimes) Moisture pouring out of me. His hands working, With purpose What is He creating in me? What does He see? Is there a purpose in the pain? Stretching, sensing, swirling, struggling I’m more »
Movement 1 Small and deep from Ocean’s breeze The beast and birds, grass and trees God’s great creation- verse libre’ The divine grace, and soul commision The lonesome wish for one decision The burning of the wasteland Sinks to shores of tumultuous consequence And in the storms, slicing through the soul Fear, love, wounds, doubt more »
flesh and blood do not make manhe is wildly and ever alivenever ambivalent or fleeting when fire and flood collide.Man bids farewell to the shifting steps of boyhood. His ancient blood leads him not into abundant whims and brief adulationbut a man is daring in times of sudden catastrophic overturehe rarely counts the costs of selfhe more »