Patrick Dennis Poems
|43.||Ut Unum Sint (That All May Be One)||1/26/2014|
|47.||Flesh Will Fail||2/25/2014|
|51.||Four States Of The Soul||1/26/2014|
|52.||Synchrony Of Bells||1/26/2014|
|53.||Here & Now||1/25/2014|
|58.||An Argument With A British Poet||2/17/2014|
Comments about Patrick Dennis
Joy is a way of looking at
you & me & this & that,
and all things that may
oh - heaven knows - cause us grief
or fit together in belief
or link or clink life's interplay.
It's light & strong & doesn't stick
on slights, the bad, unjust, the politic,
or give us cause to feel dismay.
Joy is the gentle art to pray.
Joy is the gentle art of forgetting we're apart.
Joy is knowing there's a way.
Joy has this to say -
I am a child
by whom Heaven is beguiled
to turn all mourning into play.
Joy is not a way the Stoics taught;
it's not ...
The waxing tide swells for a flood;
and, surging for the unattainable moon,
fails and falls back on the ebb.
The energies of youth likewise swell for a flood
and, falling short, retreat to the ebb of days
to whimper out what was and might have been
but for the misalignment of moon and stars.