Timothy Salter > Quotes

“Enjoy The
Sound Of Silence.”
― Timothy Salter, Reflections in Short Poetry

“Disperse the sorrow of my sadden'd mind
O Lord, help me some blessed peace to find!”
― Timothy Salter, The Sonnets

“Mountains clothed in snow
Robed in white against blue skies
Mirrored in the lake.”
― Timothy Salter, Reflections in Short Poetry

“Sonnet III: Black Coffin opened wide for all to See

Black Coffin opened wide for all to See,
The lifeless form of one I loved so dear.
O, listen! mournful knells that soon shall be
All night long tolling for the folk to hear.
The lanterns overlight the old churchyard
To watch the coffin lowered into the ground;
Soon Frost shall grasp the turf already hard,
Decay ye have to face without a sound.
But years have pass'd herein do I relate
My dear sweet mother's form within my mind.
Still happiness fills all my heart and state,
As I see my small family so kind.
Love cannot be withheld by death or grave,
It stays alive within the heart so brave.”
― Timothy Salter

“To them, eternal life begins
And God Himself shall wipe away all tears.”
― Timothy Salter, Reflections in Short Poetry

“O Weep No More For
Me When I Am Gone!”
― Timothy Salter, Reflections in Short Poetry

“Come gaze about aged churchyard and behold
Those vanish'd hours of lead and hours of gold.”
― Timothy Salter, The Sonnets

“Arise my soul, arise to lighter ways,
So cast aside dark shadows haunting thee;
O view the orbs and spheres of brighter days,
Lost fragments fraught with broken ecstasy.”
― Timothy Salter, The Sonnets

“Ere long this golden light shall pass and fade
Except all cherish'd mem'ries ye have made.”
― Timothy Salter, The Sonnets

“The seasons bring to life the living lyre”
― Timothy Salter, The Sonnets

“Yet this thou art alive, but if ye soar,
My poor frail heart will have beat out its cry
And sadly miss thy sweet form all the more
While helplessly I stand and watch you die.”
― Timothy Salter

“Sonnet XII: There is a Meetinghouse across the wold

There is a Meetinghouse across the wold
Near shaded churchyard where pine breezes sigh;
Such sacred mem'ries gently here unfold
Of rustic folk whom 'neath the yew trees lie.
Engraved on stones now crum'ling in the earth,
Of souls asleep for o'er a hundred years,
Foretell unceasing cycles—Death and Birth
That yew tree nods and weeps her unseen tears.
But God shall guide us through the gloom of night
Victorious over grim reaper's blade,
As yet we grasp to see eternal light
Amidst life's fickle joys which here do fade.
Victims of Death by lusty scythe bannish'd
Triumphant wake to find nightmares vanish'd!

13 February, 2013”
― Timothy Salter, The Sonnets

“O May my Song arise like Morning day,
And bid me look upon the break of light.”
― Timothy Salter, The Sonnets

“O God bid my poor body to arise
On that bright day triumphant through the skies!”
― Timothy Salter