by Val Camenish Wilcox

Scriptures Yesterday, Today, and Forever

But who would imagine prophetic truths
From centuries ago
Could touch my twentieth-century heart
And guide my space-age soul!


Sometimes service days
are hammer-buzz days,
busy, numb days,
times devoid of
surge of joy.
But service days
can redesign
the innermost of you,
the altitude
of attitudes,
for blows,
stockpiling calm
to meet a stress.
Service rendered free and clear
bulwarks brittle bones of wonder,
molds a brick of empathy.

the answer

it came in such a soft way,
not from in front of, or behind,
just up by my side,
took my hand—
all the tangents tumbled
into a straight line and
i could proceed again.