To Be Born Anew The heads of state sat studiously brooding over the new confrontation; perchance an answer lay buried, obscured. Why should we, they pondered, be for all things and all people always a hundred per cent? Only because Conscience told them, when you see it to be done, it is yours to…

(When I published the journal entry called Hidden Lessons,  I was nudged to go through my files because I thought there might be a poem I had forgotten about.  After much searching I found it and thought I would follow the Lessons essay with what I had written March 08, 1998.  It explains to me…

snow cover reflects unto the bed of day, like the white lilac on a summer night. radiance expected with the dawn will discover itself in the light. it is a damask world of white on white. when the thaw comes there will be no trace of the winter things nor the magic grappling on the…

“Tis folly”  he said. “to write a word, for all words mean all things to all men, and some words mean no thing to some men, even when they mean everything to me. I have weighed each carefully in my heart, using my feelings as a scale. I labeled things only when I became a…

One of the responders to my latest post on ‘Differing Perspectives’ is an established young writer with a contract with a publishing house for a book of poetry whose name is Ruth Hill.   She sent the poem,  ‘Felicia’ and gave permission for me to print it since she said we are both Felicias.  There are…

When I change my life things will be better for I will be smarter. I will have learned to be nice to myself and tell me how good I am and then I can tell you how good you are. And together we will make the world better. When I change my life and I…

The new man emerges casting his light which only intensifies the old man’s sterility. No more can dogmas that gave unsubstantial testimony to the old man prevail. No more need the old man’s impotence be the young man’s burden. The threatening shadows have dissipated, revealing the old man’s vulnerability. Out of the sunlight emerges the…

The nymph within took the hand of my divine self and lifted me high in the pines. Straight toward the place my heart does rest. So high, she said, so high and out too far. Did you see them I asked and I took hold of my divine image and plowed the clouds. I wait…

    I would fairly shout to the world that we sit in the lap of eternity, the mother lode of time. Eternity has held us close and whispered in our ear the soothing sounds of love. Eternity promises us peace at the altar of hard work and much prayer. It will give us what…

I have broken bread with old friends for what seems to be many centuries. We continue our conversations begun when yet we were in other  times and were other people. But it has been,  you see, only a minute. We bring to mind all things old and some things new. ‘Twas but a quirk of…