The Past is Another Country

The past is another country they do things differently there, someone said. “By the rivers of Babylon,” the poet begins, “There we sat down, and there we wept when we remembered Zion.” Psalm 137:1 begins to expose the grief and loss of all they...

A Poem for Wit

The Empty Chair The chair sat empty no voice heard,  Only silence from the corner,  With no sound from God’s song bird.    A broken heart, oh the deepness of this loss,  The mind squeezes the silence where life, Song, and joy once told. ...