Sunday, February 20, 2011

As the senses begin 
to thicken like an abandoned stream 
full of yesterday's sediment,
the inner eye 
is sharpened. 

The past and present 
knit together 
with acidic 
nightmarish clarity

and the full garment 
comes at last
into focus. 

Friday, February 11, 2011


Wrapped in the gold
of Divinity,
You offer us
the sweetness
of Your Love,
given to us
by human kindness.
Taste and see
the goodness
of the Lord.
Poems © Gemma W. Wilson