Vows

I'll be a companion
to the darkest unswept
corners of the soul:
To the depths of purple rage
To yellow fields of laughter
To the sad bottomless blue

I'll be a wanderer in the desert
Content with heaven's manna

I'll not turn from my longing
Nor smother it in comfort
But I'll let it burn and blaze
So that you know me in the dark

Table Blessing

Let there be joy in the soup

Let there be peace in the bread

Let there be love at the table

To fill us up when we're fed

Amen

Children

There is a pretty Jewel

fixed between Silver and Gold.

Like laughter, she sparkles and scintillates,

imbues, effervesces, and animates

the finished piece; hard and bold.

A Friend's Birthday Gift

Naught will suffice a gift for thee;

Nothing of metal, stone or wood

Seems worthy of supernal man:

Likeness of empyrean Good.



What should flatter you but a counterpart?

Dear friend of both my youth and age in kind,

What could ornament a generous heart?

What bezel could brighten a burning mind?



Bits and baubles of affection wear better over time.

So, naught will suffice a gift for thee; save my little rhyme.