Poems can reach you like birdsong while you sleep or like a bubbling brook while you dream. We should keep them close and fill our minds with them for such times. I have set out a buffet-style selection of poems on this site that you can grab for the road. Hope you enjoy them as much as I will.

This poem, which I wrote in 1999 while living in Leeds, reminds me that I can open up my life and heart to God and to others. With God’s help I can avoid that situation where I become, as Augustine says, “curved inward on myself.”

I was there

Doomed in my den

Heavy, worthless

Gray within

I am here now

The woods lying dead

The winter sun

Setting…

Red!

Brad Sartor

Winter Sun