Guardians of Twilight’s Shroud
Fathers, guardians of twilight's shroud,
Defend our dreams, both fierce and proud,
They shield us from brutal storms,
With love, their armor, in all its forms.
They work each day, in toil and sweat,
Ensuring that our needs are met,
Their wisdom and love a guiding light,
That helps us make the journey right.
Abel Keogh
6/17/2023
A Mother's Love
In every heart, a mother's love takes root,
A steadfast presence that bears eternal fruit,
Her touch, a grace that soothes the deepest pain,
Her words, a light that guides through life's terrain.
Her love, a wing that shelters from life's gale,
And lifts us up to heights where we prevail,
A bond that holds us close and ever near,
And brings more joy with every passing year.
Abel Keogh
May 13, 2023
The Specter
A silent, shapeless specter looms,
In the darkness of our rooms,
It beckons us, with somber grace,
To our final, earthly resting place.
It rends apart our closest ties,
And fills our hearts with aches and sighs,
For those it takes, we grieve and mourn,
Till life's last breath and we are reborn.
Signs of Resurrection
As nature shifts from sleep to wake,
The earth begins its grand remake.
With lengthening days and warming air,
New birth and growth are everywhere.
The buds on branches, small and tight,
Unfurl their leaves at sun's first light.
Daffodils nod their yellow heads,
And robins sing from garden beds.
Each green shoot, each budding flower,
Remind us of life's enduring power.
For these are signs of resurrection,
A promise of hope and new direction.
— Abel Keogh
4/8/2023
Spring Snow
Late March's winds doth chill and bite,
A snowstorm fierce, a winter's sight,
With icy flakes that veil the sky,
And gusts of wind that howl and sigh.
Yet mingled with this icy grace,
There's also fear etched on each face,
For winter's grip doth hold us tight,
And keeps us locked in chilly night.
The winds may blow and snow may swirl,
Yet nature's calm remains unfurled,
For soon the thaw will break the spell,
And winter's grip shall bid farewell.
— Abel Keogh
3/25/2023
Love Slipped In
Love slipped in through an open door,
Quietly, without a sound or roar,
A tender bloom in a barren moor,
In my heart, forevermore.
— Abel Keogh 3/18/23
Celebrating 20 years of wedded bliss with Julianna today.
If I wear one mask,
and you wear two,
who's the better person
me or you?
On my walk today, I found myself in a Shel Silverstein poem.
January 31 is always a day that makes me a little sad. And, as usual, I celebrate with a poem about getting older. When You Are Old
When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
-- BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS