1982
God's Children
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As fragrant apples bend the golden bow
And rainbows arc across a clean-washed sky
Full hearts agree, 'tis paradise enow
What metes these pleasures to the inner eye.
Where is the source from which these joys unfold?
To godless nature we must look in vain.
Her soul is empty and her heart is cold;
Her mind is dead to thoughts of joy or pain.
We don't as nature's children know these things;
What dust gives birth to is to dust returned.
But as God's children, held aloft on wings
Of love and wonder are these pleasures learned:
To ponder nature and find beauty there
That fills the heart with passion and the soul with care.
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The Unicorn and Other Poems
PoetryMostly transcribed from a chapbook I made in 1982 and updated in 1991. Original contents were simple rhymes, sonnets, Christmas poems, light verse and others.
