To Thee Doth My Voice Cry Out
Father, my voice cries out
from despair of the unknown;
my spirit doth tremble
at the crossroads.
Words of man give no
comfort to my soul, for
they are drowned out by
the dissonance
of my mind.
Who Has Seen the Wind?
I thought I’d change pace here and share one of my favorite poems. I first read it when I was a freshman in High School, and it left a lasting impact on me – it even inspired some of my own writing. For a poem so short and simple, it conveys so much detail and depth that I’m always left amazed how one could capture the essence of the wind in just ten lines.
But Christina Rossetti did, and she captured it with fluid grace.
