It’s been 20 years since the earth lost one of it’s best poets.
Christianity Today does a good job remembering the man and his music. He taught me the phrase, “pious anhedonia”. Not bad.
“I thought our days were commonplace
Thought they would number in millions
Now there’s only the aftertaste
Of circumstance that can’t pass this way again
Treasure of the broken land
Parched earth, give up your captive ones
Waiting wind of Gabriel
Blow soon upon the hollow bones.” – Treasure of the Broken Land
Thanks to Rustin for the reminder.