R. Michael Spangler

I am a poet, husband, and father of four, living on the East Coast of the US. I love the study of theology and culture. There’s a constant wrestling in me between the modern world and the ancient world. I hold a BTh from Bethlehem College & Seminary and I’m working towards a degree in Classics.

I typically post my poetry here, along with an occasional essay or musing.

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Poetry is the most natural way to translate the heart. May even one of these poems be a prayer you need—a heart in pilgrimage. As I attempt this, I hope to serve you, my fellow image-bearer.

Soli Deo Gloria.

Read slowly.

Prayer (I)
By George Herbert

Prayer the church’s banquet, angel’s age,
God’s breath in man returning to his birth,
The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage,
The Christian plummet sounding heav’n and earth
Engine against th’ Almighty, sinner’s tow’r,
Reversed thunder, Christ-side-piercing spear,
The six-days world transposing in an hour,
A kind of tune, which all things hear and fear;
Softness, and peace, and joy, and love, and bliss,
Exalted manna, gladness of the best,
Heaven in ordinary, man well drest,
The milky way, the bird of Paradise,
Church-bells beyond the stars heard, the soul’s blood,
The land of spices; something understood.

My Book: The Pilgrimage of Fatherhood

This is a genuine look into the heart of a father who was never taught how to be one. The good, the bad, the ugly, and the redeemed.

While my writing has never been financially motivated (or profitable), you can get the book from these fine places:

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Poetry for the heart in pilgrimage.


R. Michael Spangler

I write poems and prose about fatherhood, tech, church, and culture.