Fall 2024
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By Andrew Budek-Schmeisser
These are days that wreck the soul,
a cancer on my dear country
that, it seems, we can't keep whole
in this perverse society
when values for which brave men died
are mocked across electric air,
and scoffers show their laughing pride
without a shame, without a care.
And thus I turn unto the East,
hoping there to find a sign
that dominion of the Beast
will be transcended by Divine
intervention from above,
to conquer hate and fear with love.
Andrew Budek-Schmeisser is a writer and poet, author of Blessed Are the Pure of Heart and Emerald Isle. His work can be found at his web site: Blessed Are the Pure of Heart, and many of his sonnets have appeared on the Steve Laube Agency blog.
These are days that wreck the soul,
a cancer on my dear country
that, it seems, we can't keep whole
in this perverse society
when values for which brave men died
are mocked across electric air,
and scoffers show their laughing pride
without a shame, without a care.
And thus I turn unto the East,
hoping there to find a sign
that dominion of the Beast
will be transcended by Divine
intervention from above,
to conquer hate and fear with love.
Andrew Budek-Schmeisser is a writer and poet, author of Blessed Are the Pure of Heart and Emerald Isle. His work can be found at his web site: Blessed Are the Pure of Heart, and many of his sonnets have appeared on the Steve Laube Agency blog.