In the style of John Milton Oh, cursed day! When all that filled us with life and goodness became confusion and wondering. In ignorant bliss we lived but now to death we usher; for love of that which we did not know drove us to walk where we were forewarned not to tread. Oh, beautiful …
When beauty fills the eye and encases mind The will to put pen to pad is oft hard to find. The moment is too peaceful and perfect And words would but distract, From that which beckons calm to soul and ceasing to act. So instead I absorb; the moment passes by And is lost but …
I was once witness in the wildernessTo a remarkable occurrence:They roamed like desert animals, scatteredAimless, divided, their worlds shattered.A people estranged and wanting of worth,They were among those who wallowed on the earth.As for streams of water, I found none;Nor any quenched soul, not even one. Then one day the foundations shook,And each were pulled …