What hath our hope for eternal love wrought?
A quest, which lovers, poets and all have sought
Who am I, to decipher this ultimate question?
Whose answer can’t be found in one poetic session
A single mom left struggling to raise three kids
An alcoholic vet starving, his life on the skids
The preacher who lost it all to a moment of lust
A schizophrenic kid not knowing whom to trust
Love has somehow at least once touched us all
Deadly with that now infamous wrecking ball
Delicately painting like a loving artist’s brush
Passionately searing in a glorious heated rush
Love, the experience beckons as the waving sea
Come young, old, hurt… come, come again revel in me
© D.B. Hall
Excerpt from the book Pebbles in the Stream
About the Author
David Hall was born in a small town called Mount Airy (A.K.A Mayberry) nestled in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains which are part of the large Appalachian Mountain chain. His early life involved a lot of traveling with his missionary parents, which involved stints of living in Mexico and Bolivia. His poetry reflects a love for nature and life mixed with a sense of the rustic Americana spirit and sprinkled with a lingering sense of the spiritual guidance infused by his southern religious upbringing. David has always been able to live in the moment enjoying it to the fullest while being able to be separated within himself seeking something more. Poetry is one of those outlets that gives him that something more. The diversity of genres and endless array of topics allow him to dive into poetry with reckless abandon or with fine-tuned precision; whichever is needed. Like a prism there are many sides of David, from the emotional connections when dealing with death, to the touch of the spring breeze on your neck hairs, David’s poetry can put you there.
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