Poetry Corner

No trumpet sounds, yet forth they go with grace, A chosen band whom Fate itself obeys. They scorn the sloth of time, nor seek embrace Of...

They march where silence weaves its solemn thread, Where twilight lingers, heavy, cold, and deep. Through fire and storm, where weaker...

With steadfast hearts and purpose bold they stand, A chosen few who answer duty’s call. Through trials fierce, through fire, sea, and...

Beneath the bridge, beneath the bed, Where creeping things and fiends have tread, Where whispering winds in hollow moan Do speak of...

Faith Beyond Our Understanding Presents a Light Beyond the Clouds I write—but words are spectral things, They dance like wraiths in...

Introspective Honesty Integrity I leapt – before I saw the edge – Desire – was my guide – The wind – a whispered promise made – And I –...