A Few Short Poems

For Thou art of the Highest Order
Much better than the moments surrounding
the champions of the earth.
Much more solid than the mud
in which we crawl, O Lord
God, my elevator


Reality, saith the Lord:
Beauty in with sin,
composition & compost

ably tricked by Lucifer
Christ shall free with His tools
the Invisible Real
the Sceptre and Royal Diadem


Whirlwind of power
gentle goodness
feeding the lonely
and liking the unlikable
O Lord God, Thou fount of Christ
pure love,
Thou art my silent joy


The Universe, Thy footstool
Thy thought, Thy joy
Pure love Thou followest us
Our hopes, Thy knowing
O fearsome Lord,
Thou art
the only good day.


About Pete Mladineo

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