Lake Country

Dark line, thin divide
sky and lake face,
gaze upon
cloud and ripple,
flush of fading sun,
in cold depths unseen
but deeply known,
night
stretching
to ancient space.

poem by Steven Federle
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Yahweh's Voice (Psalm 29)

Yahweh's voice through endless seas
convulses terebinth, trembles trees,
primeval forests compels to bend
to majesty proclaimed
from His highest seat
on the rising wind.

poem by Steven Federle
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Dark Night of the Soul

Black lie
empty night
mocks my weary faith,

when with burning heart
I sink beneath
a sea of
fiery grace.

Free at last
I rise to heaven
chastened, and
by God forgiven.

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We Sing

Over bright fields
we fly.

Thin slips
of consciousness,
bounded by darkness,

we rise
on our song’s
golden glow

not knowing
how descends
the growing edge
of nothing.

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Uncertain Night

In uncertain night,
cold lamp-light
pitches misty tents,
meager respite
from December's blight.

Winter fog softens
both pain and joy,
consigns hot youth
to sterile void.

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Slanting Rays

Slanting rays,
gold and green,
stream through grass and
nodding trees,

as high above
flashing wings
of amorous doves
whisper to the wind
to end
spring’s tender day

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I, John

I, John, declare.
Listen!
Can you hear?
Open your eyes and see.
With outstretched hands reach and
proclaim to the world of endless strife
the Word of peace,
eternal Life!

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Unknowing

Dry October hills -
life fulfilled.
and dying.

See how the ridge
cuts the sunset,
draws a thin edge
of blood.

In the valley of man
red lights throb.
Leaves fall,
unknowing.

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Starlings

Clean and cold, bird-full
dawn’s veils dropp to where starlings
rear their satin heads,

raise their diamond eyes,
praise the perfect sky and drink
clear tears from heaven.

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Diminished Vision

Dark lines dancing
on the edge
of distortion,

Slight things
not really there
darting just beyond
my searching
stare

when suddenly,
sidelong glancing,
I'm filled with
fear.

poem by Steven Federle
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