Walking home from Oak-Head
When I am among the trees
The poet visits the Museum of Fine Arts
Ribbon snake asleep in the sun
When the roses speak, I pay attention
Great moth comes from his papery cage
Making the house ready for the Lord
What I said at their service
Coming to God: first days
The vast ocean begins just outside our church: the Eucharist
Six recognitions of the Lord
The beautiful, striped sparrow
More beautiful than the honey locust tree are the words of the Lord
The place I want to get back to
Doesn't every poet write a poem about unrequited love?
The poet thinks about the donkey
The poet comments on yet another approaching spring
On thy wondrous works I will meditate (Psalm 145)