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  • That Hides the Stars from View

    From my book The Lone Knight of Kemsing

    When pink lights up the morning sky
    Above the fields of frost
    Then in the brightness, to the eye,
    The stars of night are lost

    For when the dome of heaven burns,
    Like fire in its hue,
    Above the world that ever turns,
    It hides the stars from view

    And if it be the stars that we
    Sometimes cannot discern,
    For things can be we cannot see,
    What lesson should we learn?


  • It’s Halloween Tonight

    From my book A Craftsman at Play in Creation

    Ghosts in the trees bob on the breeze
    It’s Halloween tonight!
    My old friend Jack is finally back
    With a grin that’s fiery bright

    We’ll pray for the souls of all of those
    Who’ve died that we hold dear
    For All Souls Day is on the way
    It comes this time each year

    So Trick or Treat! And candy we’ll eat!
    While Jack O’ Lanterns glow
    And the old black and the web-winged bat
    Prowl as the night winds blow

    The moon in shrouds of inky clouds
    Burns bright an aureole
    Of silvery light in the murky night
    While round us the heavens roll

    Over dry corn stalks that shake where there walks
    Things hidden from our sight
    And beyond the veil through the clouds they sail
    It’s Halloween tonight!

  • Every Morning a Masterpiece

    from my book A Craftsman at Play in Creation

    Every morning a masterpiece
    Greets my waking eye
    On the canvas above the world
    Spread across the sky

    Where The Maker’s boundless beauties
    Make men stop and stare
    And wonder that He should make this
    World with so much care

  • Deep Calls Unto Deep

    From my book Wings Upon the Unseen Gust

    Like the song that once was heard
    That haunts your memory
    Or your beloved’s murmured word
    Soft as moonlight on the sea

    Or the mysteries that we view
    In our dreams of deepest sleep
    The visions that we know are true
    For deep calls unto deep

  • Oceanus

    From my book Victory!

    Oceanus was born upon the waves
    Between the Old World and the New
    With spar and mast set in the sign that saves
    Above where the tempest blew

    He was born to journey upon the barque,
    Bound from birth for the Unknown Shore,
    His cradle a Pilgrim’s pitching ark
    That swung on the ocean’s roar

    Cleaving the heaving seas, toward the Unknown Shore,
    Flying ever before the winds that roam,
    To a New World he’d never seen before,
    That was meant to be his home


    NOTE: Oceanus Hopkins was born aboard the Mayflower during the Pilgrim’s Atlantic crossing in 1620. He died in the New World sometime after the Pilgrims landed at Plymouth Rock and before 1627, the exact dates of his birth and death being, like his gravesite, unknown.

  • Autumn Bright

    From my book The Lone Knight of Kemsing

    A spray of leaves, autumn bright,
    Floating through the golden light

    Carried on the breeze that blows
    When afternoon in autumn glows

    And golden corn, ripe and tall,
    Fragrant in the fields of Fall,

    In winds that stir its tassled tops,
    Toss in fields of swaing crops

    Their aroma sweet upon the breeze
    That rattles leaves up in the trees

    All of these are gifts They give,
    Our might God by whom all live

  • All the Fruits of Creation Their Glories Give

    From my book A Craftsman at Play in Creation

    In Autumn time when atop the trees
    The colors of fire are in the leaves

    The Harvest Moon in the sky will shine
    On pumpkins orange upon the vine

    Apples are crisp and caramel is sweet
    And cider is pressed and deer are fleet

    And geese in the sky fly in a “V”
    And sap flows brown from the maple tree

    For making syrup and sugar soft
    And hay is gathered in the barn’s high loft

    And the corn is ripe on stalks that sway
    And dusk falls soon on All Saints day

    All the fruits of Creation their glories give
    To the mighty God by Whom they live

  • A Wandering Deep

    From my book Wings Upon the Unseen Gust

    I heard the rumble of the train
    From far across the frozen lake
    The ice rebounding a refrain
    From every rattle it would make

    I saw the long line of its cars
    Descending down out of the hills
    to wend its way beneath the stars
    Toward the lake the valley fills

    It crossed the bridge that spanned the deep
    And continuing on it went
    While the world lay still asleep
    On its errands it was bent

    And I wondered where all it would go
    In its travels across this land
    What places would it come to know?
    Even the seashore’s shining strand?

    O forth to go adventuring!
    Abroad to seek the journey’s thrills!
    A walking stick in hand to swing
    And raise the dust of distant hills

    And under stars to make my bed
    Beside a campfire burning bright
    On fragrant boughs to lay my head
    And dream all through the night

    But what then of the little face
    Of the one who waits for me at home
    For the one that no one could replace
    If his father set out to roam?

    And think of what I’ve come to know
    Through life beside my own hearth fire
    Of love and joy and how they grow
    In yielding up our own desire

    And embracing an adventure
    I never knew that I would find
    Grander than the road’s indenture
    Beyond the borders maps have lined

    For there is a wandering afar
    Adn there’s a wandering that’s deep
    That steers a course set by the star
    Of the promises we keep

    It is the journey of the heart
    That leads into this mystery
    That is love, and has its start
    Where our own sacrifice will be

    So I will stay where duties bind
    And tend this task that’s given me
    And walk this road so I might find
    Where leads this mystery

    And let the train go where it will
    Through this world that lies asleep
    For I will keep to love’s path still
    Wandering on into the deep

  • From a Child’s Birth

    From my book A Craftsman at Play in Creation

    What is this lesson that we’ve been taught
    In the miracles God has wrought

    In bringing blessings to this Earth
    Coming from a child’s birth

    Isaac born to Sarah when she was old
    And Jacob to Rebekah with her ring of gold

    And Joseph, the man who saw in dreams,
    Born to Rachel of Laban’s schemes

    Moses drawn from the Nile’s water
    Even by the Pharoah’s daughter

    Samson born when an angel came
    In a field to a woman never named

    Samuel, the son of the silent prayer
    Of Hannah, his mother, in her despair

    And John the Baptist who leapt for joy
    When still in the womb Elizabeth carried her boy

    And Mary’s Son Who sacrificed
    For us Himself: Jesus Christ