poetry
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The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some… Continue reading
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A poem I wrote about September 11.
Very early, on a sunny September morning in 2001, I was working for Coca-Cola as a sales representative. I remember hearing on the radio about some terrorist attacks in America– especially on the World Trade Center. I recall pulling into a McDonalds for some breakfast and on the TV screens inside there was footage of… Continue reading
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A Shropshire Lad, XL
Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come again. E. A. Housman 1859 – 1936 Continue reading
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Water Rites – a poem
Can sin be drowned in water,E’en with a flood of tears?Or is it rather SpiritThat grafts the sinner in? Does parting of the watersMake Exodus come true?Or is it rather death to sin That makes one born anew? Between the two creationsTwo baptisms confessThe one depicts the story,The other makes one blest. Immersion in Christ’s storyDeath,… Continue reading
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