Poem for a Friend

Here is a poem I wrote for a great friend of mine. She was a co-worker for many years in a private Christian school. She taught English. When she was the students' teacher, they hated her strict adherence to form and grammar. Later, they lauded her teaching style and its effect on each of them. She is still a blessing to me and I thought you might like to get to know her.

In Honor of Jan Meadows

She’s a vixen, a harpy, a raptor,
When it come to words.
Nay the rapier and foil are insufficient for her labor.
Give her the mighty claymore to slash
And hew the hopeful’s prose.

And yet, though honored not in sync
With their moment
They all fall in capitulation to her power
With admiration for the very thrashing
They received at her hand.

O hark unto me, you who know not her acumen.
May all give her glory who have known
Her whip, her lash, her work of love.
She is the wonder of a woman
From the fields, rhetorically speaking.

Sorry

That's what I am, sorry. I have not been writing much here because I have been working on my book. So, as an update, I plan to finish my little opus by the end of this year and begin the process of shopping it out.

So here is a poem of sorts to offer you something.

I have heard it said
Love is the fulfillment of the law.
In fact, it overshadows its power
Its end, its inevitable night
For those who fall under it.

I have heard it said
Love should be without hypocrisy
Notwithstanding, we struggle in these
Selfish bodies to see this played out,
Being so only in Christ.

I have heard it said
Love covers a multitude of sin.
As if this were news to the lovelorn
World who cries out desperately for a lover
To love them, yet whom they reject.

I have heard it said
Love is the only real debt we owe.
Perhaps the selfish, hideous person
I am can one day see the debt
Fulfilled in all I do, honestly.

I have heard it said
Love is the greatest of all virtues.
In fact, it is the only one, without doubt
That stands through time and space
And bows not to God for it is He.