One Writer's Journey Through Parenting, Teaching, Writing, Faith, and Social Justice. A.E. Housman once claimed that "poetry is not the thing said, but a way of saying it." These are my attempts at a way of saying it. Too often, we erect walls where a few stoplights would do the trick. Consider these posts stoplights along the way.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Brief Poem on a Slow Evening
Wait for the words
That wake like dew--
Whose origin you never see,
Whose presence is always true.
