Adoration
She stood in the church. Old arms raised, her lined face lit. Her faith was moving David Garlick
Circle
Life is a circle. We enter from nowhere, screaming. Live through the round, talking. Die, to go who knows where, whimpering. During our lives, word leaves fall. Where they are pleasing, some may be gathered to be pressed between […]
A Haiku
Nature our teacher. Lessons to survive this life. At our mothers knee. David Garlick
To An Unknown Poet, In Thanks
The other night his moving words flowed from a TV set that flickered jerky scenes of war, so terrible, that it was thought that this must be the war to end all wars. They overwhelmed my numbed minds feeble strength, as clouds of gas borne by a morning breeze would roll in waves across as […]