Category: Poetry

Poem: "The Wisdom of the Clock"
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Poem: “The Wisdom of the Clock”

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The Wisdom of the Clock You can’t escape its silent roar Its race is cast from shore to shore Time dashes off and then is gone “A good deed done, just one more day In good deeds you cannot delay Duty first, then right again” No stress in time or things without The soldier’s stance […]

Poem: "Dreams"
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Poem: “Dreams”

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Dreams Despite the geologists’ knowledge and craft, mocking magnets, graphs, and maps— in a split second the dream piles before us mountains as stony as real life. And since mountains, then valleys, plains with perfect infrastructures. Without engineers, contractors, workers, bulldozers, diggers, or supplies— raging highways, instant bridges, thickly populated pop-up cities. Without directors, megaphones, […]

Poem: "Peril as a Possession"
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Poem: “Peril as a Possession”

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Peril as a Possession (Part Five: The Single Hound VI) Peril as a possession ’T is good to bear, Danger disintegrates satiety; There ’s Basis there Begets an awe, That searches Human Nature’s creases As clean as Fire Emily Dickinson

Poem: "There is Hope in my Heart"
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Poem: “There is Hope in my Heart”

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There is Hope in my Heart Here in my heart is where You belong. Here is where I want You to stay. Forever Friend, Lord and Master, Do not go away. I have such great need of you, Always, and always, and always You are my life’s desire, My Forever Faithful Friend. Stay close, stay […]

Poem: "Tomorrow"
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Poem: “Tomorrow”

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Tomorrow The morning comes swift and bright And sleep is fleeting as a bird in flight So take your rest while you can While the silver moon sails silent over land Worry not over what you should have done Over what lies unfinished or unbegun The day once passed shall not return And worry will […]

Poem: "Else but Melancholy?"
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Poem: “Else but Melancholy?”

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Else but Melancholy? Stay abreast of the current events, Otherwise, they say, to all intents, You’re just a citizen in ignorance; To national progress, a hindrance. But what if this “progress” should devolve, Into fiendish ways that involve, Vice, sleaze and a spiritual squalor, Loathsome to any Christian scholar? Why do we go in quest […]

Poem: "The Gift of Love"
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Poem: “The Gift of Love”

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  The Gift of Love The greatest love story ever told The one that means the most, Is raised on high in holy hands In one small precious Host. Kate Watkins Furman

Poem: "Lot's Wife"
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Poem: “Lot’s Wife”

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Lot’s Wife They say I looked back out of curiosity. But I could have had other reasons. I looked back mourning my silver bowl. Carelessly, while tying my sandal strap. So I wouldn’t have to keep staring at the righteous nape of my husband Lot’s neck. From the sudden conviction that if I dropped dead […]

Poem: "Just like our Yesterdays"
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Poem: “Just like our Yesterdays”

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Just like our Yesterdays Today I have found You again, My Friend of a long time. Our paths crossed today again, As they haven’t for some time. You were You, the Lord of Love, And I the sinful man, But You loved me as You always do, Just the way I am. I was so […]

Poem: "The Ones Who Went Before"
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Poem: “The Ones Who Went Before”

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The Ones Who Went Before Past vales deep and mountains steep Where wild rivers run Where secrets keep and dragons sleep Hidden from the sun There tall stones stand upon the land Raised in days of yore A lasting brand and mark for man From the ones who went before The ones who made the […]

Poem: "The Holy Name of Jesus"
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Poem: “The Holy Name of Jesus”

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The Holy Name of Jesus Oh, holy name, most sacred name So worthy of all praise, That heals the very saddest heart And Lights the darkest ways. Oh, precious word, sweet word of love Whatever could there be, That sings such music to the soul And means so much to me!! Kate Watkins Furman

Poem: "I have Found my Friend again, and I know all is Well"
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Poem: “I have Found my Friend again, and I know all is Well”

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I have Found my Friend again, and I know all is Well It has been some time since we have talked, Longer than it should ever be, But You are the Master, and I am the slave, And that’s how it always must be. Is it Your will I am away so long? Is it […]

Poem: "A Mother’s Golden Heart"
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Poem: “A Mother’s Golden Heart”

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A Mother’s Golden Heart Even before the start Of life’s first dawning day I had a golden heart To guide me on my way Shining bright before me Golden as the sun Constant as the certainty Of the new day yet to come Gentle as the morning dew Upon the petals of the rose Patiently […]

Poem: "Pi"
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Poem: “Pi”

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Pi The admirable number pi: three point one four one. All the following digits are also just a start, five nine two because it never ends. It can’t be grasped, six five three five , at a glance, eight nine, by calculation, seven nine, through imagination, or even three two three eight in jest, or […]

Poem: "The Blunder is to Estimate"
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Poem: “The Blunder is to Estimate”

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The Blunder is to Estimate (Part Five: The Single Hound XVI) The blunder is to estimate “Eternity is Then,” We say, as of a station. Meanwhile he is so near, He joins me in my ramble, Divides abode with me, No friend have I that so persists As this Eternity. Emily Dickinson

Poem: "Am I to be Silenced?"
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Poem: “Am I to be Silenced?”

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Am I to be Silenced? Am I never to sing Your song, my God? Am I to be silenced? Am I never to sing Your song, my God, Like the birds who nest in the tree? Will my voice be taken away, Never to carry a note? Will the song be stilled in my throat, […]

Poem: "If Christ Rose From the Tomb"
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Poem: “If Christ Rose From the Tomb”

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If Christ Rose From the Tomb He thinks he may have known me, but I see The uniform of 1943; Dead in all but memory, alive, He stares at me, my uncle has arrived How strange it is to meet the dead and yet There is no fearful sorrow or regret, Puzzlement and slowly formed […]

Poem: "Exhilaration is the Breeze"
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Poem: “Exhilaration is the Breeze”

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Exhilaration is the Breeze (Part Five: The Single Hound XI) Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the ground, And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found; Returns us not, but after time 5 We soberly descend, A little newer for the term Upon enchanted ground Emily Dickinson

Poem: "Tortures"
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Poem: “Tortures”

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Tortures Nothing has changed. The body is susceptible to pain, it must eat and breathe air and sleep, it has thin skin and blood right underneath, an adequate stock of teeth and nails, its bones are breakable, its joints are stretchable. In tortures all this is taken into account. Nothing has changed. The body shudders […]

Poem: "If I Write"
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Poem: “If I Write”

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If I Write Academia:  “Write of roses, daffodils, and violets, White linen, drownings, and yellow-wallpaper creeping madness” If I write: This artist will write of Your painted rainbow mists– Blue mornings, pink horizons, and golden oceans! If I write: This gray moth will write of Your stained-glass-monarch-butterfly universe! If I write: This traveler will write of worlds that collide […]

Poem: "A Daughter of Eve"
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Poem: “A Daughter of Eve”

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A Daughter of Eve A fool I was to sleep at noon, And wake when night is chilly Beneath the comfortless cold moon; A fool to pluck my rose too soon, A fool to snap my lily. My garden-plot I have not kept; Faded and all-forsaken, I weep as I have never wept: Oh it […]

Poem: "You Give Me Your Quill"
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Poem: “You Give Me Your Quill”

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You Give Me Your Quill Sinner that I am O God, Still You give me Your quill To write the words that are on my heart When the evening is still. You touch me in the gentlest way, And you tear my heart within me. You fill me with wondrous praise, And prayers come out […]

Poem: "Light my Way"
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Poem: “Light my Way”

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Light my Way In the beginning was an explosion. Love exploded as energy filling the void! Whirling forth from it’s womb, Light scattered, seen and unseen, Racing through newborn time towards souls yet created. Angels, pure as the light itself, invisible Sped through eons, biding time, until the babe was born. Love’s energy illuminated them, […]

Poem: "Interlude"
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Poem: “Interlude”

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Interlude Something about the half-lit space invites silence. Sacred and calm. Sunlight, muted through treated windows, still manages to splash into the scene – its sepia-colored tint adding depth to a landscape filled with shadows. The silence, at home, speaks to the darkened corners as the expanding light blankets everything with its warmth. Maria Morera […]

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