Craving the wonder of His most delicate creation, The magnitude of its power wrapped in a searching fog, All things point to the Creator and His tangible… Read more “The Beauty”
Tag: Poetry
Ancient Men
In the company of Ancient Men with grey hair, Rolling past their granite fingers reaching, Stretching so far and fare, These Ancients shadow trees and field, Breathing… Read more “Ancient Men”
Does the Bard Still Have It?
Christmas is over. I’ll get to the joy of giving later. During the many family gatherings I was asked if William Shakespeare is still relevant today. I almost… Read more “Does the Bard Still Have It?”
The Beautiful Season
I grew up in North Alabama in a little town called Piedmont. When cotton was king and textiles were attached to most paychecks, the town in the… Read more “The Beautiful Season”
His Protection
Wrapped eternally in His wings, In a loving aspect of worship, I can find the little things. Who is to say we are new to understanding His will? For life… Read more “His Protection”
In Such Nobel Events
In such noble events as we aspire, Can we see a thing most deep, Or fable a story and be marked a liar? And all of this in pursuit of a… Read more “In Such Nobel Events”
When We Met
We met that evening at ten, While his sweet mother rested. Through watery eyes I watched– A magnificent miracle breathe and squeak– A glorious gift from God.… Read more “When We Met”
Ever Been in a Meeeeeeeting?
At the Very Lengthy Meeting by Kevin McCaffrey At the very lengthy meeting I actually felt my soul leave my body and rush toward the ceiling— and… Read more “Ever Been in a Meeeeeeeting?”
Craving
Fractious clouds declare a presence of idle worry, Monster gales stopping short of angry screams, Desire and passion eaten by razor teeth of biting wind, Waking to… Read more “Craving”
Riding Meter
Surly clouds and wild wind bemoan the end of the day, Misting. Cold. The chain chimes and gears sing their confined room release, And the black road,… Read more “Riding Meter”
Secondrate Cyclist 