Poetry

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!

Service

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,
tempering
the altitude
of attitudes,
buttressing
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.