[NicknamedBob]

I am an equal opportunity poet.

Shadow Dance

My faith is a guttering candle,
The shadows dance on the wall,
The wind is howling at the door,
And the house beams creak in the hall.

But the words on the page do not waver,
All steady and strong do they stand,
In the quivering light of my candle,
They are firm in the ramparts they’ve manned.

In my life I have stood in the forest,
I have thrown out my leaves in the sun,
I have watched as the winters descended,
To burn with their ice what I’d done.

The cold is the foe that has fought me,
This flame is my warmth as my shield,
With these words as my army in darkness,
Never, while they stand, can I yield.

NicknamedBob . . . . . May 10, 2009

Echoes of Light

Hold then to your candle in darkness,
While I in the sunlight will dwell,
Your darkness is only the dust in your eye,
From the whirlwind with you in its spell.

Stare out into darkness forever,
And look for the echoes of light,
Look down into shadows for guidance,
Or open your own eyes to sight.

The waves turn to foam at the shoreline,
But out in the sea they are glass,
Here they will seem to be present,
But out in the sea they will pass.

It’s only the ends that we notice,
Between them the lines disappear,
When the seed falls on rock it will foster,
The thought that a garden is here.

NicknamedBob . . . . . May 10, 2009

[csense]

bkmk

[Quix]

Nice work.

[Tax-chick]

Oh many a peer of England brews
Livelier liquor than the Muse,
And Malt does more than Milton can
to justify God’s ways to man.