4.25: I've Got it Wrong

What if, today, You spoke my name And I was unaware? What if, last night, You held me close With love I cannot bear? What if I face, without a smile A world that needs me to? What if my anger, all my tears Should not be aimed at You?…

4.24: Bright Lights

Too many harsh words for one day. I've had my fill of godless talk. There are no cells left here to fight, And nearer comes the time to walk. The head and ears are overwrought. The eyes too strained to see the way. Pain is growing more, not…

4.23: Germinal

When did it begin, I wonder The life breathed into dust? And when did time erode the truth And discipline my trust? I fought for truth in mold and mire I laid assumptions out, begun And planted knowledge in the dust In soil and rain and sun. But here'…

4.22: Heart So Full

The heart is much too full And the spirit up and down. There's peace and joy in hugs And fear and tears unbound By any sign of friendship For change is coming fast. The different, heralded by joy Is mocking all the past. The ship of years is…

4.21: Sonnet for a Sonnet's Sake

The words spring forth in meter bold and bright Required of a sonnet. And the rhyme Is alternating couplets, formed just right To take the reader forth in measured time. Love is the common topic of this feat Of literary greatness. Shakespeare's choice. But other times the weather…

4.20: Salvific

The clouds hated me for drifting. And I in righteousness will see The face clouds lose track of As they dissipate. I see The light beyond the heavens Further than the room I'm in And further than the ceiling And much taller than my sin. The trees hated…

4.19: Parnassus

Having thus drawn the breath Of inspiration by Each sweet muse in her turn And wrung the mountain dry I turn to some other Source of words which, flowing From the harp of David May bring meter, knowing That inspiration comes From mountains, rivers, light. The strength of a poet…

4.18: Palladium

Riven through my comfort, thou hast. It takes the form of two, no longer one. Thy words have sundered through my mast No longer do I stay, but turn and run. My hope clingeth no more to thee Or to the solid path I needed yet. It filled with new…