“Personal Talk (concluded)” by William Worsdworth Nor can I not believe but that herebyGreat gains are mine; for thus I live remoteFrom evil-speaking; rancor, never sought,Comes to me not; malignant truth, or lie.Hence have I genial seasons, hence have ISmooth passions, smooth discourse, and joyous thought;And thus from day to day my little boatRocks in …
Consent to Concede
We are too much of this world, then and now,Trading birthrights for messes of pottage;Forsaking true intercourse for frottage,Dominion lost in domination’s dow!The sea of glass churned by earth-tiller’s plough,Crystal no more but occluded by flotage;Vision enclosed by walls of man’s plottage,We labor in vain and strain for the soughOf good news. – Rise up! …
Momentary Life, a poem by Gregg Hake Momentary life, Inquietudes at every gate﹣ Implore, entice, like sirens Whose seductive charm Gives no quarter. Must we load ourselves with more?
Heavenly thoughts drizzle steadily, impartially, cascading through stony hearts, puddling in fleshy ones. Droplets of light, Seeds of perfection− Yearn to fall upon Understanding hearts.
Nature hath Her seasons, The earth her course is sure. Mankind hath his reasons, His motives aren't obscure. He calls upon his power (With free-will he's bedecked)﹣ To ply her ample dower, God's Will he doth prosect. Cast out from the Garden, By his constant greed. His gentle heart doth harden When he meddles with …
A Divine Image
A Divine Image by Gregg Hake (An adaptation of William Blake's poem of the same name) Charity has a Human Heart, And kindliness a Human Face. Beauty the Human Form Divine And radiance, the Human Dress. The Human Dress, is Glory beamed, The Human Form, Spirit's prism. The Human Face, Heaven's likeness, The Human Heart, …
Moments Soon to Come
Moments Soon to Come, by Gregg Hake Squinting at the darkness, I strain to feel the forms Yet shapeless, indefinite- Wafting like the morning brume, Swept up by the sun. My hearts hearkens As heaven whispers- Of moments soon to come.
Drifting, A Haiku by Gregg Hake
Fallen leaves tumble- Blown along end over end, Drifting like mankind.
"If we start to examine the general laws of perception, we see that as perception becomes habitual, it becomes automatic. Thus, for example, all of our habits retreat into the area of the unconsciously automatic; if one remembers the sensations of holding a pen or of speaking in a foreign language for the first time …
Minotaur of Conscience
Minotaur of Conscience by Gregg Hake Minotaur of conscience, Stampeding through the maze; Looking for the answer, He eats the young and prays. Troubled by the conflict Of knots he can't unwind; His coats of skin torment him And keep his soul confined. "Release me from this prison!" He cries out to his God; Not …