He holds the hands of those who sorrow Who’ve no bread for tomorrow. He carries children who trip in travails; Bore our burdens in His hands with nails. Hombre, Hombre, man of sorrows. Lead my yolk with heavy twine. Crush…
He holds the hands of those who sorrow Who’ve no bread for tomorrow. He carries children who trip in travails; Bore our burdens in His hands with nails. Hombre, Hombre, man of sorrows. Lead my yolk with heavy twine. Crush…
As the buds begin to bloom, You are dropping in your mother’s womb. Your mother and father are preparing your room, You are coming soon. Nature rejoices this time of year Now that winter’s cleared For spring and you my…
I wrote this in 1991 during Desert Storm when Iraq began launching Scud Missiles into Israel. I came across a report about a symphony, performed during a Scud attack. During the attack, the conductor continued playing despite warnings. As always,…
A limp handshake Downcast eyes “Goodbye Nice try Better luck Next time.” A limp embrace Downcast eyes “Why, why? I tried.” Patient kiss. “Next time.”
The lake is literally littered with leaves, Forsaken forever by trembling trees That could not hold onto its seasonal young. The summer heat’s come Receding the water from the lake’s banks. Rocks resting around the rim give thanks For the…
Who is that beauty there, Hiding behind her hair: So small and fair? She stamps her feet When she doesn’t get her way And to our dismay Gets the milk out of the refrigerator everyday When she is the first…