Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.”  I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”


With Spring comes planting, and then Summer and harvest.




In hurricane or earthquake, Nature’s power

Is less seen than when newborn leaves uncoil:

A thousand cells dividing every hour,

Their seeming effortlessness cloaking toil—

God’s glory pushes upward through the soil,


And pushes on, in ever creeping lines

And swelling gourds with sweetness to be filled

By Time and Rain and Sunlight and the Vine’s

Inscrutable photosynthesizing skill—

The Glory of God spreads out around the hill.


Remember: for more poetry like this, go to and order Stars Through the Clouds!  Also look for Reflections from Plato’s Cave, Williams’ newest book from Lantern Hollow Press: Evangelical essays in pursuit of Truth, Goodness, and Beauty.


Donald T. Williams, PhD


About gandalf30598

Theologian, philosopher, poet, and critic; minister of the Gospel who makes his living by teaching medieval and renaissance literature; dual citizen of Narnia and Middle Earth.

Posted on March 12, 2012, in Donald Williams, Poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. I hope you don’t mind, I nominated you for a Versatile Blogger Award. I love your blog, keep at it!

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