| TOUCHSTONE
How shall I know if love is real?
I asked my youthful heart,
And gazing fondly on desire
Let turbulence decide.
How wrong, how wrong,
Time and its fitful tide
Of ebb and flow alone could show.
How shall I know if love is real?
I asked of age and reason,
Not knowing even then
The heart would play
Its game of ancient treason,
And yet love’s strength
It let me know,
In things which time,
And time alone could show. |
VIVE PASCAL*
Reasons of the heart
Never by reason met
Living by logic unreconciled
Mind’s rival and mind’s threat.
Reasons never met by reason
Residing in the heart,
Known by an unknowing
Being’s better part.
* “The heart has its reasons
which the reason cannot know.” Pascal |
From the poem ANCHORED IN A WORLD OF WAR
Finite–
I would embrace
Mankind in peaceful faith,
But I am anchored in a world
Of war.
What home
Can hearts rest in
Among the Babel-throng?
Between doom and fulfillment, where
Is Peace? |
