“Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry.” ― William Butler Yeats
Friday, May 18, 2018
On Conception
Thursday, May 17, 2018
The danger, was there.
Slow down He said.
There is danger ahead,
slow down.
No danger was there
I saw it not.
Thus, I slowed down.
I have learned to heed his council.
That is why I preside now,
over his mission,
and 240 of his children.
That nothing happened.
Did I hear Him wrong?
This I did not!
I know his voice,
as a child knows his father.
Then on I go,
to preside again.
Because I headed his voice,
nothing, was there.
Sunday, May 13, 2018
On this Mother's Day
To this, to then.
This Mother's Day,
To then, to this,
Go forth, and now
To Joy go forth,
to share it now.
To rise, to fall
then onward go.
To luv, my Mom,
and then my wife.
To bring the joy,
then, now we share.
Then on, to forth,
to our daughter now.