Severance
How long a single night can be We learned with anguished care. Eternity was every hour The night you entered there. And even when the throbbing gold Of day thrilled down the lawn, We gazed with unfamiliar eyes, Having no use for dawn. –written in November 1949, published first in ‘Window on Eternity’
Plowman
My father plowed. So we were fed. But meager soil Earns meager bread. He plowed with zest, He plowed with wonder, But soon we saw His youth plowed under. With hope drought-stricken, With heart unbowing, He bent his back And kept on plowing. With stubborn love And a gaunt with pride My father plowed Till […]
Glimpsed
I had not thought of being glad again. I can endure the opening of each day, Do small tasks in an ordinary way, And bear the nights, each night as long as ten. And I can read the words that people pen In sympathy, see visitors, and say The right words, even asking them to […]