Soul of a Poet

The soul of a poet is a fragile thing,
As fragile as dew on a spider’s string,
Gently knit with glistening beads
Of thoughts from the heart
… and mustard seeds.

Secret Collection

Gather the rays from a hundred sunsets;
Catch the spray of an ocean tide;
Fill your head with the smell of roses,
Fresh and wild on the countryside.
Hold a crystal drop of rain
And a frilly flake of falling snow;
Grasp the lulling summer breezes
And the evening stars that hang so low.
Remember the peace of a happy daydream;
Capture the warmth of a friendly smile;
Feel the lift of a word of praise,
And find the joy of the second mile.
Then put into storage your grand collection—
Deep in your heart, where no one can see;
And engrave forever there the thought
That the very best in life is free.

Mature Love Eternal

(For Brother and Sister Gentry)
With each life-breath
Lenore gratefully dressed each minute,
interring rancor,
weeding out the world.
For they had asked for
life itself,
and mending
by merging faith and powers,
God granted her more earthly
time to love.
Merry tears flowed with her testimony,
igniting the souls who
came to care, and were comforted;
came to give, and were loved.
a rustic rocker on the porch,
an old flannel robe to shield from a wind,
and the Prophet’s words
were her most constant friends.
Time and the living
went hustling by
and their many burdens
only God shared.
One Saturday
she sensed her sojourn’s time was spent,
and sorrowed
at the loneliness he would bear.
As she lay warming his faithful hand,
he felt her watch him
savor his meal,
frail arms couldn’t taste food from tubes—
so from sweet watermelon
she’d been longing for,
he strained a sip of juice
and gently wet her thirsting tongue
with this last taste of earth
as her thoughts turned peacefully
to her temple works
and her Arizona birth.

To Those Who Teach

Words on the printed page lie
Dormant. Muted. Still.
When, for a purpose wisely applied,
They rise up,
Vibrate! Live! Fulfill!
Blessed be they who expound,
Who guide explorations
Over the tortuous trails of the mind,
Who lead to the fountains
Of freedom and inspiration
Those with an unquenchable thirst
For life-purpose, for wisdom, for peace:
For a star to reach.
O! faithful disciple,
Humble, unknown,
Constant dispenser of truth,
Rise up, magnified.
Mount thy glorious throne.