In preparation for the release of a new poetry collection (Children of the Half Light) I am liquidating my last 30 copies of my first booklet, Language of the Spirit.
LANGUAGE OF THE SPIRIT is a 68 page collection of 25 poems. They are powerfull poems on topics as diverse as our personal and national relations:
But it is you who feed me,
my sorrow you lift
with your silent wisdom
your anonymous gifts.
Love thy neighbor,
a flame barely alive.
Each other’s savior,
we hold back the tide.
(from “We Feed Each Other”)
My hungry hands will seize this thorny rose
and plant it in this barren soil.
I give you here my solemn oath
for a tenuous hope of a tomorrow.
(from “Peace Treaty”)
to poems of personal exploration of the psyche,
The dragon of fear is a steady opponent.
Though daily I wrestle
he cannot be bested.
(from “Halloween Poem”)
Is there a rhythm to be measured and found,
a symphony awaiting the ear of the sage?
Do poems and verses there abound
Do glorious melodies crash in the spray?
and visceral expositions of our history as in the epic poem “On Restitution and Absolution”
The gang children of today, you see, who live by hatred’s rule
Only mimic what was learned in our forefather’s school.
When they led that Cyclops, Slavery, where our trusting feet did play,
To the offspring of that monster they did sentence us as prey.
They enslaved their children’s children in a trackless round of hate.
and these lines from “Chastity”
You, who never punished the true violators,
never asked an account from the seducers,
would chain both the bodies and minds of women
But most of all, it is the sense of hope that we hear in the beat of poems like “Isaiah’s Longing”
Climbing up a mountain
they are coming,
all the nations coming.
Up white steps of marble
beat of drumming, water humming
that reel us in to this collection that hears the “Language of the Spirit,” examines the “Spirit of the Age” and speaks the “Language of Love.”