God’s Garden by Robert Frost God made a beatous garden With lovely flowers strown, But one straight, narrow pathway That was not overgrown. And to this beauteous garden He brought mankind to live, And said: “To (more…)
Religious marks on their foreheads
rosaries in their hands
they think devotion is some child’s play.
And then they call me crazy
what do people know?
They cut leaves,
they burn candles
they worship (more…)
Here is a Robert Frost poem called “West Running Brook” — its a conversation between a couple who are visiting a brook. The poem starts out as a simple conversation, but is ends up figuring out the (more…)