a poem is a sermon
When the world is so full that it fails to react to the tears of a child, it has lost any hope; and when cries in the night go unheard and are lost in the noise of the street, we have shut out the light. There is much that we don’t understand, yet we claim […]
Each thing that starts must have an end; for every wax there is a wend that once begun, moves to its finish. Every birth has bury in it. Like the moon face cycles through, and new leaves sprout, then leave the bough, things initiate and finish, come to light and then must vanish. Thus is […]
IAMBICS: Until the world returns to sane, I will not fail to write. These words, though just small things, can burst through walls; there must be words of peace. Inside my head the world is pure, and thoughts, like rain that falls to earth in spring can cleanse the hearts of men. To me, there […]