Poems from Patrick B. Maxwell
I Met Mary
I met Mary at His cross,
Her grief too great for my impose.
She trembled there in John's arms,
Her tortured spirit, a purple...
Ode to the Twenty
(there were 26 people killed at Sandy Hook. Twenty of them possessed the innocence of children.
Hense the title.)
Upon...
My Soul Adores Thee
What is this, my soul, that reflects so distinctly
thy ancient beauties and educates the psyche
with beauteous...
Sin's Daggered Wound
Oh Lord, in my darkest hour,
I still feel the presence of your tears
upon my back.
I cannot face this sin
that...
The Gift
And didst thou, when I was young,
pamper me with perfumed fragrance
upon the alters of my youth?
And didst thou, when I was...