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selected poems
from: Silhouettes |
silhouettes ...I have seen them waiting patiently for the dawn | father ...oh father, your earliest prayers follow me still |
ethelbert on faith ...fer a heart'll harbor many truths that a head don't woen't to know! | wedding prayer ...who here has not marveled at the mysteries of love and life |
oklahoma ...the red earth whispers here to my soul under a warming sun | spring storm ...oh how my poor soul longs for an earthly permanence |
this year's autumn ...my spirit, somewhere deep inside of me, yearns for the time of its own transformation | it is written ...what paltry gain: to win by injustice only an earthly advantage! |
from: Wisely Choose |
adrift at night on the water ...oh I savor the language of life without hearing a word! | wisely choose ...how many nights have you risen to watch the sun dawn? |
the delay ...a young man holds a single rose behind his back and stands - watching the traverlers disembark | young ethelbert meets the buffalo I was...a doin' some powerful prayin' to God that I soon shore enuff wouldn't die. |
dusk storm ...utterly engulfed in this fleeting moment and for all eternity by the aweful grace of an Almighty God. |
from: At the Water's Edge |
a november afternoon ...searching for certainties under the sun | lessons mother taught us ...she planted dill for swallowtails and milkweed where monarchs would lay |
ascensions ...we finally reached the summit, the darkness still in place | the taste of clouds ...with just one extra-ordinary leap you could touch them with your fingers |
at the water's edge ...mesmerized, I am drawn like fish to a lovely lure | to the graduates ...you will lend to your life a meaning far beyond the shallow boundaries of time |
cry of the wounded hunter ...how desperately our hearts hunger for a love we don’t deserve | touche! ...your answer was clever enough on your part, but did it come first from your head or your heart? |
wichita mountain song ...fire and rain - they purify; the smell is strong and sweet, but the price to pay is high; and the soul is weak | morning song and my heart harbors still the beauty of that morning |
what really matters ...yet between this world and the world beyond a bridge exists |
Copyright © 2001 by J.D. Deutschendorf
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