Poems on Life and Living

Dancing in the early light
Can fill one’s soul with glee.
To shake the weary chains of night-
To wake, to live, to be!

O precious day! godly gift
That chases off the dark.
The streaming cold, departing swift
As warmth takes o’er man’s heart.

Carpe diem! fateful cry
That fills the breast with hope
The dreamer blinks his darkened eye
And light his dreams take o’er.

Take the day as by the reins
And make the dream take flight
For what’s the dark and worldly pains
When shown against the light?

Love and light and light and love-
What more could one desire?
These precious gifts from heav’n above
Which set the soul afire.

Countless ages lie before
The advent of the night.
Numberless joys to be explored
While dancing in the light.








The waves keep on coming, lashing and beating
Against the Stones lone vigil.
What ease it would be
To wash out to sea
Against the waves repeating

The stoic, the martyr, the Stone out at sea
Whose watch is never slackened
The burning of sun
The ships come undone
Who’ve beat their hulls against thee

Against all their railings, never abating
Thou Stone of inspiration
And so like thee, Stone
In thy tempest home
I’ll stand in vigil waiting









What magic in the fires dance
Can hold the gaze as though in trance?
What drug in the suns daily rise
Entices, captures human eyes?
And in the moons lone reverie
Who won’t be caught in mystery?
And what lone traveler in the night
Found not in woods a sheer delight?
How can the eagles lofty soar
Make us forget our pressing chore?
How can the shifting desert sands
Grip a man tighter than deaths bands?

In nature we can see and know
God’s power in the world below.
In knowing we’re empowered too
To live, to be, to act, to do.
For natures power, God’s own gift
Does not roll forth from human lip;
Nor is it vain from heav’n above
That godly gift of God’s own love.