Sunday’s Loves

A place built by hands not ours – He powers these short hoursIn which salvation flowers. Thereafter, we tend the child, our duty made but mildby hope of future fealty. Now laid to rest, we take hold of time free, rare as gold, When hearts to each other flee. After domestic relief, we conceiveOf anContinue reading “Sunday’s Loves”

The Coffee Shop

All tables and chairs seat chattering folksIn talk that ranges from debates to jokes; Scents of brewing and baking all around. A meek, old couple engaging in ScrabbleWhile two, young babes persistently babble; Hot drinks – mere pretext for smiles to be found. Familiar faces rushing by outsideAs calm within is allowed to abide; CoffeeContinue reading “The Coffee Shop”

Poems & Poetry

The nature of beauty and its reality as something ‘objective’ or ‘real’ has, as far as I can tell, been utterly corroded in recent centuries. As someone who loves poetry, I have found that many people resist my preference for formalized poetry and my tendency toward lofty themes. When I argue that poetry should helpContinue reading “Poems & Poetry”