Uncollected Poems

Blessed Are Those Who Mourn

Blessed Are Those Who Mourn
Matthew 5:4

I know what it is to hurt deeply;
I feel more than I can say;
The bill always rings up too steeply
On payment day. Continue Reading

Ipsissima Lux

Light of true Light! whose winsome ray
Earthward descends from bright
And never-ending heaven’s day
In grace, – true Light of Light! Continue Reading