Month: March 2014

Sonnet IV: To My Son

“My son”—the very words fall strange on me, As if this were a dream from which I’ll wake— A fogged Hope where a mere pinch would unmake All faith in my fading paternity; I wake, yet you stay, but fear… Read More ›

How Long, Oh Lord?

How long must I wait O Lord? For faith to be sight Your face, my vindication Glorious sensation of sin’s cessation My final emancipation The Universe’s grand anticipation

Idolizing a Hated Job

I have a confession, and it’s probably not much of a surprise: For the past several months, and steadily increasing in degree, I have utterly despised my job. The truth is that I’ve never cared much for my work, but… Read More ›