Tiptoe Hope

Tiptoe Hope

A mother’s delight and child’s torment: all those gifts beneath the glittering tree. On Christmas Eve, a singular present, always the smallest, she’d let us tear free from its bright paper. The rest must remain secrets for one more sleep: still a...
Incarnation by Rusten Harris

Incarnation by Rusten Harris

Exact imprint Unum Anno Domini Very God very man without blemish Perfect lamb Hypostatic union Homoousios Saint Nicolas A bruise upon the cheek of Arius Hard to believe Our desperate need Paradox Son of God Son of man Climax of covenant and plan Offspring of Eve...
Christmas Eve by Rusten Harris

Christmas Eve by Rusten Harris

There was a time when the world Like an arctic desert wasteland Frozen and forbidding Made no room For hopeful celebration Always winter never Christmas Hollow men filled themselves With a little dried tubers Or whatever they could find Thinking none to thank Praised...
Kings by Rusten Harris

Kings by Rusten Harris

“And he did what was evil in the sight of the lord” That common epitaph like a pall Hung over the memory of most The kings of Israel and Judah That country of schism with ‘covenant, calling and charter’ To be a light to the myriad of nations...
Some Kind of Glory by Rusten Harris

Some Kind of Glory by Rusten Harris

Something about Christmas The thought of divinity entering The world as a babe Condescending to diaper changes Nursing from his mother’s breast Unable to hold up his own head Becoming dependent Seems to elevate all of life And it’s most mundane experiences...