Poetry Wrote Over Several Years on Spiritual, Religious, and Devotional Subjects. |
In Contemplation: To Dorothy Cruikshank Coffrey In contemplation we relive our days of flower and flame, and in the process sooth the grief caused by the death of dreams. In contemplation we regret untaken autumn walks, and rue our busy silence when love ones cease the talk. In contemplation we remember starlight in a lover's hair, and the quiet loveliness at the parting of our ways. In contemplation we put on laughter's invincible armor, to face the bittersweet reality of a mother's valentine. In contemplation we recount the blessings of nature's laundress, of kittens on a garden wall, and the tasks that filled the empty hours in another place and time. In contemplation we embrace the joy of solitude, the rebelliousness of youth, and the power of high ideals. In contemplation we echo inarticulate efficiency, the freedom of a butterfly, the wildness of a colt's first November, and snowy winter holidays. In contemplation we remember the consolation of an empty glass, the disguise of a convalescent heart, and at our journey's end the turning out of time. Poet's Note: ▼ |