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-ANALOGOUS HYMNALS Pg. 13

Poetry & Prose August 17, 2017

ANALOGOUS HYMNALS

for the

CHURCH OF THE HOLY GHOST



Father I beseech thee /
merciful and mighty /
give me eyes / for jealous love / in life I may not see

consequence and piety /
Father stand beside me /
Christmas days / unwrapping grace / my mother drinks her tea

God of light consign me /
gifts of life remind me /
thy glory found / in simple joys / on Earth by your decree

Holy, Holy, Holy /
Only thou art Holy /
Winter fervor, / sanguine hearts, / a life to sing your praise

I. Human Analog………………………….………Pg. 23
II.- Holy, Holy, Holy…………….………………..Pg. 13

III. O Come, O Come, Emmanuel………………..Pg. 03

PRINT BY NAOYA HATAKEYAMA LIMESTONE QUARRIES 

-, Bona Dea / Rejoice! Rejoice!

Poetry & Prose July 30, 2017

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Print by Sean Pecknold Projection 8/11

Flōra / Hark!, –

Poetry & Prose July 26, 2017

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Print by Sean Pecknold Projection 4/11

-, We

Poetry & Prose July 25, 2017

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Print by Yutaka Takanashi Toshi-e

Desert

Poetry & Prose July 13, 2017

Conceived to dust! the fleet angel yells,
you buried my trust in a hand-written sonnet
Eastern promises mild enough to keep me wandering,
yet left me dry,
lapping at the river of dilapidated structures you called home

Print by Hiroshi Hamaya Snow Land

– , Netherlandish Execution / Nikódimos

Poetry & Prose June 21, 2017

The gulch of the gods who had once painted time
Now settle in dust to abstain from the climb

The glory of man left in pious refrain
Sincerity won in the god he had slain

The robin sewn sackcloth turned grey from his youth
‘Neath the bark of his zeal lays the onus to truth

Oh, God of our fathers, I’m playing the part
yet seeking for something as great as thou art

Paint by Pieter Bruegel the Younger The Procession to Calvary