poem

The Last Glimpse

The Last Glimpse

                                    RW 1967-2009

       

The Myrtle Grove

The Myrtle Grove

Some Days Are Grimmer Than the Rest

Some Days Are Grimmer Than the Rest


                   for my son, Wade (1963-1993)

Driving Home from the Retirement Party

Driving Home from the Retirement Party

Prayer for the Virtuous Pagans

Prayer for the Virtuous Pagans

My Lord, let me begin with David Miller
whose eldest son is now a pillar
of your temple and your priest,
whose younger sons are struggling with the Beast.
Let David behold your face.

And Lord I pray for my own father,
pray too for my little brother,
my sisters and my mother
who lack your sacramental grace.
May all my heathen kin behold your face.

Hunting on Thanksgiving

Hunting on Thanksgiving

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