Friday, December 13, 2024
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The Bard
Saturday, July 20, 2024
The Builder
I have built
Cathedrals of hope
And watched them shatter
In a breath of wind.
Even as they tumbled,
They were beautiful –
A million shards
Catching a sunset light.
And you asked me,
What was the purpose?
But all I could do was smile –
And watch the shower, and begin again
In the freshness of new morning,
With only a humble brick of glass,
A fragile mortar,
And a joyful heart.
Cloudburst
Once again the heat broke with the rain,
And the sun came out as soon as it stopped,
With hours left to shine before nightfall,
And the world was clean, as clean as a new soul.
Seneca Creek
A sunbeam looked solid
In the corner of my eye
As if the turbid water
Had frozen it amber-wise,
Or time itself had stopped,
With only me still moving,
Slipping down the river
Like a summer ghost.