Bright Sadness

Es ist ein Ros entsprungenAus einer Wurzel zartWie uns die Alten sungenVon Jesse kam die Art Und hat ein Blümlein brachtMitten im kalten WinterWohl zu der halben Nacht Lo, how a Rose e’er bloomingFrom tender stem hath sprung!Of Jesse’s lineage coming,As men of old have sung.It came, a flow’ret bright,Amid the cold of winter,When halfContinue reading “Bright Sadness”

A New Day

A poem for Easter One by one, guardian starsextinguish their beaconsand yield to the exuberantbrightness of the wakingSun. Below, a newborn world basks inreconciling light: opening,blooming, exulting in thevictorious dawn. The air itself comes aliveand shakes off its stagnantseep, stirring the trees to singonce again. Night lays in ruins: death-darkgrip broken, it vainly seeksrefuge amongContinue reading “A New Day”