This poem is inspired by the story of Jesus calming the storm present in the gospels (See Mark 4:38-40)
When mighty Beowulf took hold of Grendel with his bare hands, the demon proclaimed, "Nowhere on middle-earth, I realize, have I encountered a grip like his." This passing reference being to the imagination of the middle ages as our world being in a middle-state between hell and heaven; between the time its savior was born,… Continue reading Where Middle-Earth Began
Over and across the rooftops, the fall leaves from proud trees stand, glimmering like gold in the softening sun. Feel the rustling air that brings a deathly cold, the passing of time against all who feel so bold. Beneath the dancing leaves, of sweet red Maple, and quiet White Birch When our love blossomed… Continue reading A Fall Poem
How I long again to feel my muscles stretch, To look ahead for the ball I seek to fetch, To the ribboned finish line that's yet to break, To the net that sleepily waits to be fast awake.
How dark and twisted paths does the river of time run! Who could guess that the roaring streams of paradise, Were quietly born in breathless heights of frost? I run the race of life, but how would I know I'd won? We build great castles as memorials of our pride, Accumulate treasures that shine… Continue reading A prayer for humility