Browsing Tag: Byron McCoy

FEEL

I feel joy greatly, hurt and pain—the same. I share the one, hold others in Until the first comes back again.   I write to let the others free In ways someone may see, and feel, Without thinking less of me.    There are times when I smile, Just to keep the other off. No, […]

A FEW DROPS OF WATER

            “If it had not rained in the night between the 17th and the 18th of June, 1815, the fate of Europe would have been different.  A few drops of water, more or less, decided the downfall of Napoleon.  All that Providence required in order to make Waterloo the end of Austerlitz was a little […]

WHAT WE SEE

            I used to write with a focus for struggle, disillusionment, and loss.  Hardship and hurt were the lenses through which I wrote.  Hemingway wrote this way until he blew his brains out, alone, in a depression he designed.  Fitzgerald wrote the same, but in a softer light, until he drank himself to death.  Steinbeck […]

ONLY GOOD

I don’t worry if I’m wrong. I know my heart is good. There were seasons when I did, More than I ever should;   That left me broken, left me dark, Denied the good within my heart;   But such has passed and now I see, Again, the good that is of me; And if […]

TESTING FATE

            Why do men test fate?  Is it foolishness, destiny, or is such decided by observers only after the end is written—for better or worse—when what becomes of a definitive act and a life course after is learned and known, and we are free to critique the consequence of another on whom we affix a […]

AGAPE

Love, it is a loaded word, and so we shy away Even when it is, precise, the one we mean to say. Affinity, goodwill, wanting for another only best. Isn’t all this love?  Why insinuate the rest?   Love can be for spirit, for heart as well as mind. Isn’t this the love for soul […]