Perhaps it is time for me to tiptoe back into the poetry stream. I left The Poets Quill to return to work, and my work is done. I return as a more deeply spiritual person . . . tempered by tragedy.
During difficult times, I have always looked to the heavens where clouds inevitable showed me the majesty of God. The darker my problems were, the brighter the clouds that greeted me. Odd, but that has been a constant throughout my life.
by Mike Patrick
On good days, or one’s worst days,
They explode in color at dawn and dusk.
Beauty only God creates.
There is no need to search for silver linings.
None are needed. Not by me.
Enough beauty resides within the shifting shapes,
Within light and shadow’s changing face,
Enough to capture even my feeble artist’s eye.
Step outside and look up.
I would share the proof of God with you.