The first time I dreamed of Him was also the last— I sat at a long table that seemed to go on forever gold and silver lights that seemed to say Jesus everywhere— and then He was there, holding a man as if securing him after an early-aged heart...
To mourn the loss of a great poet, I’ve been reading poems by Jake Adam York. Below, I’ve included one of my favorites. It’s been published online in a variety of places and appears in his collection, Murder Ballads. VIGIL The...