Hallowed words echo from memories on dusted wood
Peaceful lives pass quickly, faster than the building stood
An empty hall by human eyes
Burdens on the staff baptized
Members buried in graves
By white wooden staves
Memories warm in now cold halls
The pastor, wrinkled and gray, prays away the fall
Sisyphean by men’s hearts
His wife keeps praying for her part
As her husband devotes
To keep Theseus’ boat afloat
New ears come to hear
New eyes to baptized
Light that shines from stained glass
Light that always lasts
But the pastor is buried in the same land
He placed his members by hand
But the church continues
The words continue
My newest poetry book is now available!
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My poetry has been gaining some attention online:
- Poetry: “While Sick I Dream”
- Poetry: “The End of Summer”
- Poetry: “Childhood Thorns”
- Poetry: “Cardinals in Spring Snow”
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