Poems by John Wesley
I Wasn’t One of the Six Million: And What Is My Life Span? Open Closed Open
... ve never been and never will be, I have no share in the infinity of light-years and dark-years, ...
Sabbath lie
... Or burst. And since then the lie has been good and sweet on my tongue ...
Killing Him: A Radio Play
... RACHEL: It looks like a bizarre cross between a washing machine and an electric chair ...
Wildpeace
... A peace without the big noise of beating swords into ploughshares, ...
Poem Without an End
... there’s an old synagogue ...
A Letter of Recommendation
... That’s not a scar you feel under my shirt, that&rsquo ...
The School Where I Studied
... the shape of its leaves, the function of its root system, its pests and parasites ...
The Amen Stone
... Amen.” But now the fragments are gathered up in lovingkindness ...
Hymn: Thou Hidden Love of God
... Earth's toys, for thee his constant flame ...
Moravian Hymn
... nor fear Nor sin can come, if thou art here ...
