We are blessed beyond what we have earned-- We with sandaled feet on dusty roads, Feeling truth within our hearts. It burned Like fire and ash to strengthen us for loads Beyond what we can bear--we mortal men Now burdened with the weight of truth and light. Gates of death…
This grace flows down to us out of your hand, Proffered for the pilgrim's shortened rest In fields of fescue, bent with dew. Such land As makes the weary soul to feel refreshed. Your grace grants rest beside the flowing streams, And pools where all is quiet cleanse…
All there is of love is in your face, And I--I see it like the rays of dawn. Its light is there to wholly flood this place, And by it I will walk the path I'm on. Though I may not think on it every hour, Or recognize…
While galaxies are all yours to command You spend your days beside me without cease, And nights are never lonely, for you stand A watchman in the darkness, bringing peace. Your universe of glories is untouched Compared to what the human mind may know, And yet in all its splendor,…
If you, who are the emptiness of space Fill all that is and was and will yet be, And to beholders have a nameless face, And see the future as a memory, Why then do you watch sparrows' darting flight, Or give a name to roses and to stars?…
Alouette, behold: common denizens of Earth Follow ghouls heartily into jealous, keening love. My nebulous old pantomime quickly returns, So trite, unlike vous, for whom it exhausts oracles. postscript A loose abecedarian. Loose because I didn't count prepositions, used French, and ignored the Z in favor of the…
I will not act as though you are not there Though I can see you not from where I stand. At night upon my bed you fill my mind; You burn before me, ever captive, bare Before the eyes of those with you in hand. Remain now with me: I…
Tis fruit as sweet as love For which I gave my all. It carries not a scent Intended to enthrall. It teases tongues like so, Disintegrates to dust, And aptly lends its name To strong- and wanderlust. Taste the fruit of freedom So fleeting in its core, So much beyond…