Poetry
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Red Embers and White Stars
I suddenly wake from a now forgotten dream. And the faint memory of the song we all sung rings silently in unstopped ears while the tears of nostalgia well beneath closed eyelids. I can remember the smell of the biting cold air and the taste of tobacco on my lips while above us the smoke Continue reading
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The Spirit of the Silences
for all the promises once made— that God would come in power to set me free—it never happened. i was expecting a thunderstorm, or at least the odd car crash, to shake me from my chains. i heard all about identity and truth and the personal relationship with Jesus. but it never worked. and I Continue reading
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A Mystery
on sinai he came close: heaven passed within a breath. but from our first folly, the way up has been sealed until the cosmic kairos united heaven to earth—a nuclear flash, the first touch— in the groaning strain of two cross-beams. death undoing death unto eternity, the hostility of the universe tamed with the peace Continue reading
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And What is the Difference?
Once the shadows raged— dark shapes, cold and ragged, and possessed of infinite hatred and fear. But no more. For even as the light flickered and then died, the shadows melded into one. And what is the difference? Continue reading
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The End
On that loveless december day when Death had covered the sky over with his tattered gray cloak and fire climbed the mountains, on that day—that day of all days— when darkness and light ended their fight and all binaries, large and small, were stitched together, on that day as the burning snow fell across the Continue reading
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One Easter Morning (daughter)
not even married that Easter morning as some daddy’s daughter grinned through the alleluias and laughed through the creed. but we knew. those eyes bright and blue first dragged our hearts into the open— that pulsating organ raw and bleeding and full of life— giving your mother and I our first shared case of baby Continue reading
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I Need You
Here me Love, when I say: I’m here today in every way that you need me. Do you need me like trees need the wind to dance and spin, to swirl and send, Fall’s colors—that pigmatic skin—to the ground? Do you need me like fish need the sea—or any water really—though the sea is big Continue reading
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Indwelling Darkness
Indwelling Darkness after “Nearest Nameless” by Charles Simic If the abyss gazes back then it perceives me my existence my indelible mark on reality. Against such otherness I turn to the fire merrily combusting in my soul. Like Hamlet, full of youthful vibrancy staring right past revealed truth to do the will of a devil. Continue reading
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Our love is . . .
. . .like the fluffy stuffed chair embracing my frame and embellishing the cushion of my lower accoutrements in padded rest and upholstered utopia . . .like the mouth of some sunset colored cavern which explores the patterned play of failing light on soft shadow . . .like the press of two human chests against Continue reading
About Me
Gregory C. Jeffers
Anglican Christian | Husband | Father | Teacher | Scholar | Poet
G. C. Jeffers 