I prophesied
The resurrection.
Now it has come.
And I lie shaken
Before its tumult.
EMANUEL MORGAN
Opus 2
HOPE
Is the antelope
Over the hills;
Fear
Is the wounded deer
Bleeding in rills;
Care
Is the heavy bear
Tearing at meat;
Fun
Is the mastodon
Vanished complete . . .
And I am the stag with the golden horn
Waiting till my day is born.
ANNE KNISH
Opus 151
CANDLE, candle,
Flicker and flow—
I knew you once—
But it was not long ago,
it was
Last night.
And you spoiled my otherwise bright
evening.
EMANUEL MORGAN
Opus 62
THREE little creatures gloomed across the floor
And stood profound in front of me,
And one was Faith, and one was Hope,
And one was Charity.
Faith looked for what it could not find,
Hope looked for what was lost,
(Love looked and looked but Love was blind),
Charity's eyes were crossed.