Category Archives: Poetry

Rustic (Hot Cross Four)

Rough edges equal
burnt effort.  Every
attempt, rustic or
ornate, to embody the
Holy, to embrace the
Sacred, is to be
Love.  Reach beyond
boundaries.  Open wide.
Let glory in.

 

©Hilary Clark
4/12/16

See the quilt here.

Crossroads (Hot Cross One)

From the East, the Sun rises,
The World keeps spinning.
I stand at the Crossroads,
Looking for Sign Posts.

“Pray,” She said.
“Listen,” He said.
“I am,” I said.
From the four Cardinal
Points came Light.

© Hilary Clark
January 2016

Link to quilt here

Hulk Smash

I know a boy who loves the Hulk

I know a boy who rarely sulks

I know a boy who plays with toys

I know a boy who makes some noise

I know a boy who is age five

I know a boy who takes the prize

I know a boy who likes to splash

I know a boy who yells Hulk Smash!

 

© Hilary Clark, 12/4/15

See the quilt here.