People who have near death experiences all talk about a peaceful, euphoric , bright light enveloping them. From the moment we are conceived, we are moving towards that light. This is my heels diggin' in, I don't wanna' go, reluctant journey, into the light. Stephen

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Poet's Corner

This was my first published poem. Salt Lake Tribune, 2001.


When the banners of battle are lowered,

Ramparts scaled, the last wall breached,

That is the moment,

The moment  for true conquest,

A gentle hand as sword, a touch without malice,

They forget what was,

Fear losing what now is.


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