Michael Shepherd Poems

Can you remember
when you were, oh, five,
and something just more perfect than
whatever that word meant then
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If only
everyone about to pull the trigger of a gun
imagined the shell hitting his own family
what a world
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Humility this day is
that she has passed all thought
in stillness; beyond waiting
rests her being.
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A bee, it’s said, in its whole working life
brings to the hive a vast
treasure of obedience:
a teaspoon-full of honey.
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We do not have to seek for love
nor fear it ever go:
but simply, rest within ourself;
then, love perforce must flow:
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In the hour of our departure O Lord

In our beginning is our end
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'There has been death in the morning,
death in the noon-time,
on the highways and skyways,
death by faceless people
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