I’m happy to introduce to you writer, poet, renaissance man – Timothy Willard. He co-authored Veneer: Living Deeply In A Surface Society (Zondervan) and serves as Chaplain for Praxis. Tim (I call him Tim) writes on Christian living, the interplay between faith and culture, theology, leadership and personhood. While yes he’s also considered a poet, most would say he’s just melodramatic. He doesn’t get why most writers fear language and he hates “ly” words (seriously, Tim?). He began his writing career trying to mimic Shakespeare’s love sonnets in the eighth grade. He failed, but got the girl. You can find his musings and more at www.timothywillard.com.
Tim, thanks for taking the time to share here. Good work, and Texas forever.
UnisonThe fire burns, birch and maple To black And long extends my moments, For time like wood exhausts Too quick My years, my body—abhorrent. This room grows cold and then, My love, Our shadows roll congruent, For dark will hold though time Doth wane Thy fondness reigns triumphant.