the madman |
So the madman claims that god is dead.Claiming seeking in the marketplace he sees it in the mocking massesall secure in goodly, 'godly'?, godless rows in sunday's best to please their own reflectionsa...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Sep 2008 22:01:00 GMT |
O Youth! |
There is a woman... ...old and bent......whistful and prayerful and honest...She walks beside each sapling maiden, blessing soft reminders, saying,'Turn, O self-...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Jun 2008 10:46:00 GMT |
We are water |
We are water etching lives in earth & stone tracing paths between our fires shining light & cir...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Jan 2008 11:23:00 GMT |
the Sower |
So fades the sound of shovel biting soil.Sunlight slips between the clouds and rainTo light with light that lends its sanctity to sacred space,To warm his hands and smooth his furrowed face,And to rem...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Jan 2008 01:03:00 GMT |
Why now, weeper? |
Why ceoltoir?Why do you sing a song of sorrow?I know why it must be. For you have felt as the Preacher felt;the vexation and the vanity. You have seen the emptiness in coffers filled with gold...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Dec 2007 14:26:00 GMT |
To the Editor |
A simple stroke of pen and ink by simple men who failed to think(or thinking failed to pay due heed to consequence and future need)has left in wake of smile and speech a lesson for our sons to teachof...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Nov 2007 16:01:00 GMT |
On Tara |
Standing silent, here upon the Tara of my dreams&Laying down a Cross of Stone, I shudder as the Lia Fail screams.Surrendering its final breath, the Stone of Destiny gives up the ghost.Our ...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Sep 2007 10:07:00 GMT |
White Wynd |
White wind withered,once again a silence stilled.Not long unfelt go pains like ours; not by many nor by few;and in these hours years in thousands bundledand yet who...Who has carried consolation?Who h...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Apr 2007 06:49:00 GMT |
a Circle round the moon |
Tonight i was reminded of a Great Stone that wanders circling familiar space, and at its best reflecting Light in brilliance from its face.Tonight is such a night when stillness s...
Posted by on Wed, 31 Jan 2007 21:18:00 GMT |
Chief Seattle's Letter: |
'The President in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land. But how can you buy or sell the sky? the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of th...
Posted by on Wed, 31 Jan 2007 05:59:00 GMT |
