Jeffrey Hull
Friday, April 27, 2007
Little Ship
The Brig, Gustave Le Gray, 1856
Red cloud horizons, the sailors' forewarning–
My little ship swims on waves of the morning,
Jostled and harried by storm seas upswelling,
Bound for what land there can be no foretelling.
Eye on the Star for my trip's navigation:
Love is the compass of soul's obligation.
South of rejoicing and north of bereavement,
West of endeavor and east of achievement.
© 2007 Jeffrey Hull
Friday, April 13, 2007
Miracles
Fog over the Périgord Noir, Dordogne valley, France
© 2007 Nina Camic All rights reserved.
Though nowadays it's rare to see
A sea that calms for deity,
Or crowds that sate their hungry wish
By sharing just a loaf and fish–
Now told in the vernacular
Are wonders less spectacular,
As now His miracles are wrought
On those whose hearts His blood has bought.
© 2007 Jeffrey Hull
