Strife conquered is strife yet,As a wound, which scars,Still remains. Strife conquered, chaos quelledTeaches not always thatLife prevails over death; At times, the storm’sRespite is only causeTo prepare for the next. In such times, hope mayAbandon; the balm for theAche lies not there In the future, but the present,In the hand, the embraceOf another. (MarchContinue reading “Embrace”
Category Archives: Poetry
Some Day
May tomorrow be the dayThat lives for itself; neitherPast indwelling nor foreordaining.
Faith
I’ve faith in many thingsGod, namely, but others too.I’ve yet to meet any without. It’s too frightful a word for some,Not of the requisite awe for others. I tend toward the latter today;tomorrow, the former. Does it mean just one thing?Today: not keeping any worries. And maybe that’s the heart of it.Not ignorance, but humanity,inContinue reading “Faith”
At Walden Pond (or, All Creatures)
I wrote this in 2018 when my spouse and I visited Walden Pond for the first time. It’s lovely, and if you’re ever in Massachusetts, you should swing by. Two geese across a beach incline To guide their goslings two; Divine Is this, a bond of child in flock With parents who, in patience, walk Before,Continue reading “At Walden Pond (or, All Creatures)”
