Monday, July 07, 2014

Two Poem Drafts

Holy Dormition

A man in dream may fall asleep
and dream dissolve away,
for sleep may fade to waking light
as glory fills the day;
the dream within the dream will flow
into some wakeful joy
as sleep itself will fall asleep
and, sleeping, be destroyed.

From Sea

On the waves of the sea, where the small whales ride,
the glimmer and glory of the sun alights;
crisp, cold, and fresh, the tumbles of foam
in whiteness are spraying, enjoying a game,
and wind, like the Spirit of God in His might,
pours over creation and harries us home.

1 comment:

  1. Itinérante5:32 AM

    The first poem reminded me of the parable of the wise and foolish virgins...


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