Blahtemplative

Sometimes having fallen we cry so much
And every consoling soft, helping touch
Does not soothe the fiery pain or remorse
But waters rough patches, smoothes what is coarse
And after, the cure (well after the fall):
To care so little if even at all
After prayer and sleep, now what is the goal
My day to day is just [...]

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Love, Awry

Love, Awry
One cannot know the self’s shroud cast
How wide or else how deep
The chance for praise we hurry past
We’re losing while we sleep
Sleep walking through our days and love
So sure we’re not to blame
The dark shroud that we’re heedless of
It warms us just the same
We sing ourselves a subtle verse
Our camouflaging cloak
Grasp it tight and [...]

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Poetry and Me

All of these poems started off focused, written for God alone. Some of my favorite classic poems, even those tightly focused on God, have an ambiguous and worldly-love level as well. And the reader can take one or the other direction, based on his experience and inclination, however he pleases. I love exploring myself in [...]

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