In Quondam Days by Gregg Hake He scratched feverishly at the adamantine soil, His new coat of skin heavy, restrictive Beneath binding, sweat-drenched clothing Heart blackened by dolor, vision thus dimmed. His fate sealed by liberty abused Thorns and thistles where milk and honey Once flowed freely in quondam days Chafe his pride and prick …
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Womb of Creation
Womb of Creation by Gregg Hake Squatting in her tent, folds of tired linen Stretch from waist to dirt-strewn ground Hiding erstwhile glories, precious goods of former days Desperate to stem the tide of change she hides Behind masquerade of crimson tide's multiplied sorrows Rebuking deceitfully merciful summons of higher nature Echoing in the garden …
View from my Balcony
View from my Balcony by Gregg Hake Undulating grasses, green pond welcoming landing egret. Deer nibbling on grass, ears perked and heads turned toward unfamiliar sounds. Cumulus building, painting sky white and shadowing mountains in blue. Every inch, teeming with life: chirping, creaking, croaking, splashing and dashing, View from my balcony urges me to remembrance …
Message of Hope
Message of Hope by Gregg Hake There I sat in a forest of verdant desolation Nature yet strong, in stark contrast to Man waning in waxing arrogance Entrusted to deliver the message of hope I walked barefooted o'er soft and fragrant soil Rejected by others less thankful as barren Reclined by the quiet rivulet Watching …
Hear Me Well
Hear Me Well by Gregg Hake Evil spirits, hear me well: You've come to cast your evil spell, But in my house you shan't prevail I've weighed my heart and checked the scale. A feather tipped the 'posing tray My heart is light and pure today You seek my friends, to run them through But …
To See
To See by William Blake To see a world in a grain of sand, And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand And eternity in an hour. What shall you see today? Problems, faults and limitations or apertures to the infinite that most around you will likely overlook? …
Subtler Ways
Subtler Ways by Gregg Hake I asked my steed to lift me high, "Collect yourself, give it a try!" He weaved and bobbed and said "I shan't" I bid him more, he said "I can't." So once again another day We exercised in subtler ways. And once the balances were set To my delight he …
Are you ready?
Morning dawns are you ready? by Gregg Hake Mist rising from lake below Air rich with summery scents Infusing earth's crescendo Heart is filled with what presents. All things made new Not one refrain Doth nature feign I heed her cue. My world today unfolds A new song, a new day Infused with fresh bouquet …
Enemies of Truth
Enemies of Truth by Gregg Hake My enemies are craven Lurking in dark halls Heeding when fear calls Loving idols self graven. In shadowy vexation They labor in vain Enveloped in pain Praying for liberation. But freedom comes not to those Who jail me above And hate all I love Enslaved as long as they …
Unfurling Love’s Creation
I recently introduced two dear friends to the remarkable musical compositions of the writer, composer, Christian mystic and visionary, Hildegard von Bingen. Saint Hildegard, or Sybil of the Rhine as she is also known, was a Benedictine abbess who founded the monasteries of Rupertsberg and Eibingen in the 1100s. Among other things, Saint Hildegard left …
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