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 …
On the Night of My Opa’s Death When after night fell, Within a heap of ashes Sprawling the Field of Earth Where in myriads Withering sparks ascended And disappeared Like particles of dust,A coal burned orange there A living ember, a benevolent glow, A beating, flickering heart— But that too twinkled and Went out after …