I, entombed in a crypt Of my own making Peered nervously, skeptically Through the crooked beams Of the house of my Being. Your pellucid words Strummed my heart strings, Beseeching a new song - Not from another's hymnal But from my own. Now I too am risen, Shepherded by your lambency and Delivered from the …
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Seek the Gold
The Moon is Up by Alfred Noyes The moon is up, the stars are bright. the wind is fresh and free! We're out to seek the gold tonight across the silver sea! The world is growing grey and old: break out the sails again! We're out to see a Realm of Gold beyond the Spanish …
Out of the Whirlwind
The bands which bound you yesterday May well have been unloosed, But be not fooled dear friend today The leavings must be sluiced. For that which hampered the passway Must first of all be loosed, Before ambrosial sovranty Can be through you be perfused.
Just Today
I sat beside the fire once In the cool of day, I sat beneath the spire once In the month of May. I sat upon a hill once Far above the fray, I sat below the sun once And wallowed in its ray. I knelt before my God once And then began to pray, I …
The Celestial Spark
Darkness, utter darkness enfolded me; Not the erie, desolate sort, but the darkness Which only can be described as being Darkness upon the face of the deep. I could not see my hands before my face, Neither could I sense movement of any kind. The darkness was at once impenetrable and empty Yet somehow it …
The Light Divine
Parched I was at the time My heart could scarcely beat. Thirsty for the light divine I could not ever sleep. What is this, old friend of mine You say you know the way? Why should I then trust your line I've seen all that they say. The light wherever it shines bright Doth make …
A Song of Life
If nothing else, your life should be an inspiration to others less fortunate than you. I do not imagine that the man, woman or child who, squatting beneath the crush of humanity, gasping for fresh air, scratching for his or her next morsel is fortunate enough to read, let alone read this post online. Given …
The Winged Priest
Forsooth this wingless, glovèd beast Delays my flight away. Doth he not know the wingèd priest Who rules the skies today?
Consent to Concede
Consent to Concede by Gregg Hake We are too much of this world, then and now, Trading birthrights for a mess 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, …
To Hope
Hope only springs eternal in those who remain true to the truth, regardless of external pressures. Hope is the pilot light which ignites the passionate fires of faith, though it too can be extinguished by the turbulent winds of frantic activity when darkness is upon the face of the deep. When you face the unknown, …
Gregory Hake 