Michael R. Jones

I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world. ”Mary Oliver Even on hot days the tall grass keeps water in the veins and folds of its body. Running, my legs are splashed then sticky with spiders’ webs and the foamy nests of insects who want the grassy water so much they . . . . Continue Reading »

But having this hope for what we cannot yet see, we are able to wait for it with persevering confidence. ”Romans 8:25 As for Powell on the Colorado, relaxed at the tiller, sextant laid aside, the canyon assembling the web of rivers downward for as long as it takes to cut to the root of the . . . . Continue Reading »

To a body pierced by pleasure_grant an adultrous heart, grant unslaked desire,_command the ungelded, though wildly off_balance: stand still._Chastity requires a man_who feeling the weight of the stone in his hand_who feeling his muscles coiled to throw_will turn and crouch bloodied, taking each . . . . Continue Reading »