Poem: “Morning Star”


Morning Star

The silver medal which I wear
Weighs not more than dragonflies,
Or less, perhaps, the wings, a hair,
The azure facets of their eyes

Heavy weight there is in loss,
The Virgin Mary and the Cross,
Easy and as light as love
Saint Joseph and the Spirit Dove

Heavy as the wooden bar,
Bitter as the lash of scorn,
Buoyant as the morning star
The rising of the sun has borne

September 22, 2011


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