Do we as mortals thrive within broken spirit? These thoughts I found within me pondered; to take the wheel with which to steer it and drive it till it be all but squandered? *** Be this the reason for my jilting when all I have is right and good? I think these things with heart … Continue reading Grace Within the Waves
Category: Poems
A Prodigal Thought
"Where are you, My son?" Is that not what you would ask me? Have I not pushed so far from You? * "Here I am Father," I would say... Though I hesitate. Do I act like Your son? Maybe like the prodigal... ** Here I am, Father... Here I am... Do you have a feast … Continue reading A Prodigal Thought
“ADHEREO”
Bloodied palms tirelessly hold dreams and wishes its master outgrows. With patience to run into thickened branches… the thorns that caught to topple.* Her aim to take that baited breath; presentation given that denies rest. But more than this, a black appetite that itself gnaws the chords of time.** Drunk on distance and bygone days … Continue reading “ADHEREO”
“Furore Tutum”
Yea, O storm, Bring forth thy might, And we, as that ancient Pompeii Might be made to know. Before our knees meet dust Must we rise in opposition to thee? O storm, with furious passion, Teach us our weakness, Sick and afflicted, Touched by death. Haunt our thoughts as we wait. Yea, O storm, Bring … Continue reading “Furore Tutum”
“Arena et Petra”
"I am a stone," said I, And to the ear that heard, I turned, "See what I've made?" (In breathless rapture.) A hasty glance was made to capture. "See how it stands," said I, With spark, a gleam, in eye that burned. And then that ear, with tongue, awoke, "I am the stone," it also … Continue reading “Arena et Petra”
Bearlee Afloat 