Stephen is a web developer, Bahá'í, and interfaith activist in St. Paul, Minnesota. He likes to write about religion, social justice, sustainability, science, programming, &c.

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poetry, prose, and other strings of words · 1993 - 2003

Dewdrops

Number 122

April 23, 1997

The morning’s dew rains down her face,
Eyes overburdened with the wearied strain—
Sorrow a vein whose life is embraced…

Embraced, but not sought—held by fear alone,
Demurely held like a lover’s head
Crushed to her breast: a stone;

Linked heart, psyche held back from afar,
Only the weeping straggler hears her,
Burning coarse life to a thickening char;

But no course is left for her desire,
Tongues of a lung-filling shadowy veil
Welling from the ever quickening fire;

But calmly will she sit in her place,
Calmly will she be devoured,
For this is the object of life’s chase.