Poems from Patrick B. Maxwell
The Crucifixion
Upon the wood thy crooked limbs abide,
in violent tranquility, the blooded, sweaty spike.
The invasive circumcision;...
My Soul Sours
"Tis Love that knocks so softly at my enamored heart.
I cast my glances and You, elusive, disappear behind
a soft hint of...
Born in the rocks of Bethlehem
Born in the rocks of Bethlehem
a new and airy melody.
Sung with Heaven's accompaniment,
in peaceful...
Picnic
I sit, an old man upon a hill, reckoning the dawn.
His brush begins to paint again those scenes so delicate and pleasing
to mine...
Visitation
He watched, concerned for thee,
His daughter, His mother, His Love.
To Judea, the instructions bief,
and find poor 'Beth in...