CHRIS DURAND - POEMS

Chris Durand's work has appeared in Literary Yard and California Quarterly.  He works as a paralegal in Chattanooga, Tennessee.

​Sanity

Age erases madness’ traces;
Having lived it all before,
There’s no need to live it more –
Learned like tying your shoelaces.

Agony makes maturity,
Crystalizing empathy,
Binding growing humanity
In bonds of rationality.

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Trod
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Holy is the going.
There is grace in it.
Dark we think is showing,
But a flame is lit.

Holy fire streaming
To the heart of God
Where His love is teaming
Are we once life is trod.

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Sleep
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Night’s alighted from far off,
Bidding me to bed.
Patient are my pillows soft,
Soon to hold my head.


I release the cares of day.
Sleep will rule the night.
Safe in dreams till dawn I’ll stay,
Waking to daylight.


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Christ
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Shine blindingly,
Winding worlds about You.
What is life without You?
You are like the sun.

Done.
Gone is dark forever.
Holding hands together,
All the wars are won.

God,
Everywhere about us,
Never is without us.
With Him we are one.


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The Best Comes
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Racing, facing wonders chasing
Us as evidence the Light
Blazes into this creation
Into form from brilliant white,


We can see the glories pacing
Sprinter-like to whisk the night
Off till daylight fills the nation,
Gifting us a future bright.

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