By Madeleine Roberts When we are lost in the woods the sight of a signpost is a great matter. –C.S. Lewis He called it joy— An almost-forgotten state of the spirit Wearied by the humdrum And rubbish held in common with the world Dreaming in a shade of morning That Read more…
By Madeleine Roberts My soul cried out for living water, and I had grown accustomed to the thirst. In a foreign place, You meet me alone and hold me above the river. Gather me into Your fold. Hold me still in Your embrace. Let me know the peace of a Read more…
By Madeleine Roberts You’ve mistaken me for Righteousness I fear A woman on her own (She thinks she’s on her own) Will wager with the devil When she fights alone (She thinks she fights alone) Some words kick up Mountains in the mind And that’s how they’re true You’ve mistaken Read more…
by Madeleine Roberts From the first spring we learned enough of mauve and purple petalstuff, wisteria curled in peacock plumes, and Eden’s honeysweet perfumes, to know that dying never fits the ground, and though the earth forgets the sound of its revival song, the winter cannot linger long.
by Madeline Busse Streets stained white with salt Like bleached desert bones Nakedly reflect cold light, Bordering grass brown from snow now gone. On my walk to class, the sun emerges: The wind still slices, but the sky is blue Windows once grey glow with midmorning Stone walls catch rays Read more…
by Madeleine Roberts When the rocks cried out for weeping I knelt to the ground and wept. This sphere is too great for cupped hands like water at the fountainhead overflowing, baptism of reflections. I am quiet multitudes past the sum of my fears, though the hours waver in high Read more…
Colors You tell me what you hate of me, exactly what I want to hear, Foreign feelings mold to malice as they fall on filtered ears Difference smears an ugly stain on unheard words and standpoints mostly, But maybe then…if I’d been looking closely, Would there be different colors from Read more…