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