I hap'd upon a site today Deep in the city center. 'Twas long a site for men to pray, I climbed the steps to enter. Once within I knew him well, The patron saint named Stephen. A man of faith who did compel, He set the record even. Yet man again would not amen Their …
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As simple as that.
Have you ever wondered why some people seem more strong-hearted than others? Such people always seem to rise to the occasion, to meet the most trying of circumstances with equanimity and resolve and to get themselves and others over the top of the most oppressive of conditions? Your heart is strong to the degree that …
Splendid Swan
Splendid Swan by Gregg Hake written on the shore of Lake Lucerne Splendid swan steams silently across Gently waving gelid waters. Wake widens, washes ashore Ebbing flowing evanescing finally.
The Courtyard
The Courtyard by Gregg Hake Enclosed by walls of Paris stone Hewn from Oisian quarries. I sit and ponder all I've sown My failures and my glories. Guarded from outer din, I look up to the sky. I open up my heart and then Continue asking "why?" Why must there be walls around That which …
To Set You Free
To Set You Free by Gregg Hake I have heard Their voices In my heart of hearts. I have made my choices And moved by fits and starts. I long to live with purpose And not be tossed or turned. I long to leave an opus Of truths I have discerned. I shall let you …
Fools’ Bumbling
On ancient grounds tread modern feet Of peasants, knaves and lords by other names. River flows untroubled by men on the street Unlike hearts of men torn by silly games. Past and present indistinguishable But by sound, hoofbeats to rumbling Of wheels, the bruit considerable All to advance fools' bumbling.
Hawk and Man
Hawk and Man by Gregg Hake Hawk and man, Though far in form Are destitute of prudence. Both made to lure Despite their wits, Show deficit of temperance.
To Beam Anon
To Beam Anon by Gregg Hake O' to be free and beam anon Agin' the cold and dewy air To see both woes and worries gone And intone a morning prayer. To find the means to live at peace Is man's highest earthly trial. Amidst the strife and life's caprice He must discern it …
Come, but softly
Come, but softly by Gregg Hake Come, but softly my darling love And kneel before the altar flame. The floodgates of heav'n above Are trumpeting thine holy name. Songs of angels sounds as waters Cascading through the tear-drenched vale, Calling names of sons and daughters Who yearn to live above the veil. Put off thy …
Did I Miss
Did I Miss by Gregg Hake Did I miss the winter, longing for the sun? Did I miss the morning, wishing for the day? Did I miss my childhood, yearning for the bloom? Did I miss this moment, tell me not I pray.
Gregory Hake 