FINDING A POEM COPIED IN A COLLEGE NOTEBOOK [F, 5-15-20]

CHRIST IN WINTER: Reflections on Faith & Life for the Years of Winter

FINDING A POEM COPIED IN A COLLEGE NOTEBOOK [F, 5-15-20]

The words so trite

a poem barely doggerel

I cringe now to think

those words ever spoke to me

But I was so young

no words of my own

The words were cheap, yes,

the dear ones yet to find

The truth behind the words

was deep; that’s what I heard

That’s what I meant to copy

on the page now yellowed

Words now sounding trite

and shallow but they served

A door so I could enter

and find more

John Robert McFarland