In the gathering storm of earthly mortality, I am drip, dripping away. In the scorching heat of senseless brutality I am melting sadly away. The salty tears of my fleshly eyes Swell the burden of my soul; With every step humanity dies From wounds of its own insanity. All the towers of excess material gain; …
Month: February 2018
A Tree For My Soul
Blind in the tumult of my soul The passions, like a crowd, constrict my gaze; I have no stature, no height By which to obtain a lofty view. Christ is coming, the whisper comes, The multitude is pressing, I cannot see, Seek, O my soul, the tree Whereby you may behold the heavenly horizon. Fear …
Little Sparrow
Little sparrow in the tree, What have you to do with me? I am chained to the ground; You take flight without a sound. To heaven you look for your bread, While earthly worries fill my head. People build buildings to the sky, Advance technology; make machines that fly. Yet, for all our complex …
The Inkless Pen 