Even in the best of times,
A question may be asked:
Suppose a person needed love
To give him strength to breathe and move,
Exactly what exists?
Respond: The love is mine.
| Happy Easter to my
love! As days turn into daze, Perhaps the holiday will prove Potent to your gaze. Years pass like a blur, and yet Eternity stands still, Available in silhouette, Seen by act of will. This day may you be touched by grace, Embraced by love, by passion moved, Reborn to time and place. |
Happiness has much to recommend it,
A choice, though hard, that often satisfies.
Passing joys, pursued, bid fair to end it,
Perhaps because their truths turn into lies.
Yet one may choose a life of faith and love,
Even dogged by doubt and ripe with lust,
Ample as a river on the move
Singing down the balustrades of dust.
To love is to step forward into light,
Embracing what would else return to night,
Redeemed, redeeming by this act of trust.
Poems by ©Nicholas Gordon