by Susan Ternyey, 2008 The earth and life are full of wrinkles. And so what that they are? Wrinkles are beautiful! From a fairly featureless molten globe, masses of stone coagulated on the surface of our earth, cooled and hardened into rocky mountains that collided as they rode the boiling undercurrents of lower layers. SuchContinue reading “Wrinkles Aren’t Ugly!”
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He & Me
by ST, 1981 He faces Life as a force unknown– his faith in God: that he’s left on his own– pain and loneliness have taken their toll, made barren the life, embittered the soul. I faced Life as one alone– though friends had been, they’d spent each their day, and then passed on– I askedContinue reading “He & Me”
For My Valentine
for RMT by ST, 1982 No sudden inspirations come flowing to my mind, No metaphors, no similes, No complaints that Love is blind; No profuse allusions to Love’s delusive nature, No mention how elusively, confusedly, It takes one unawares. Expect no flowery effusions from Love’s elated pen: When my hand takes that instrument Romantic utteranceContinue reading “For My Valentine”
A Heart Within
by Susan Ternyey I have within A Martha and a Mary. Master, wilt Thou judge them fairly– For the one who serves Thee with her hands, Begs only Thy help in her weighty tasks, While the one who listens with all her heart For wisdom from Thy lips only asks. Shall she be denied? Which?Continue reading “A Heart Within”
The Calendar
by ST, 1980s– remember I like puns and it’s helpful to know Roman history & mythology. I January, the door, swings open wide; A cold gust from behind meets the comfort inside. To the hearth stumbles the aged of snow-white beard, Kisses th’infant face, where his lost youth is mirrored. He blankets and rocks theContinue reading “The Calendar”
The Labor
by ST, 1980s Born one night– no room in the inn: crowded–every place filled full. The burden of the taxing: Payment must be made. The Only, the Humblest abode where the Lamb was kept: the Stable, the Christ was there born one night. Bourne one night in agony while others slept, a Man of constantContinue reading “The Labor”
In the Last Days, Before the New Arrival
by ST, in the 1980s From early spring, in the season of the Lamb, We waited for news from the distant land: How fares the Vineyard, shall the tree give the fig? When harvest time is here, shall ought fill the crib? The month of Julius, then Augustus, the days were wasted, To pregnant fields,Continue reading “In the Last Days, Before the New Arrival”
A Psalm of Thanksgiving
by ST Thanks be to God! In giving thanks I give thanks unto Thee. Thou who openest the expanse of the heavens And givest Thy children eyes to behold– Even to the Touching of our hearts. Thy wondrous works, O Lord, In all this earth below Do amaze and awaken our souls. Beneath the surfaceContinue reading “A Psalm of Thanksgiving”
Pumpkin & Mouse: a parable
by ST, mid 1980s A pumpkin among many in a pumpkin patch, a mouse with a crust of bread to pack; each thought of the other but little or none; the mouse scurried by trying to get things done, the pumpkin sat stationary: content to just soak up sun. But someone knew how great aContinue reading “Pumpkin & Mouse: a parable”
The Lute Player
by ST, mid 1980s I was a lute player I traveled along any road that I happened to happen upon, any road that happened to fit the day’s song. I was a lute player I had no abode I wandered wherever by whatever mode, and the lute that I carried was my only load. 1.Continue reading “The Lute Player”
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