Because You Are Mine: A Poem
I see it all around me. What the world calls beautiful. Glamour, Artifice, Power. And I look at myself. And what I see is not Glamorous, Artificial, Powerful— And I tremble at my ignorance. And I ask, God, Why am I not beautiful? Didn’t you make me to be...
Raindrops: A Poem
In the early morning hours, On the porch I sit. I sip my coffee and think about lovely things. And I listen to the birds singing. And the rain that falls from the grey skies Is so beautiful, And peaceful. And I sigh with wonder. In the early morning...
Songbirds: A Poem
In the early morning sunlight, the songbirds awaken. We see them now, in the branches of the maples, Singing with no thought for tomorrow. The light of the sun shows us their gentle beauty, Their eyes, so bright. The cares of the day have not reached them; They have...
The Edge of Dawn: A Poem
I stand on the edge of the high, high cliff Facing the crashing waves and waters below. The water reaches for me, But it will not touch me, For it is unable. I look down at my feet and shudder For the way down is so, so far. And...