Play me your homemade song. Go for a ride. Take me along. Swing me on portraits shifting like sand…
Read MoreYou throw stones expecting ripples on a pond, and find yourself ankle, knee, head deep in my life long search for what is worth more…
Read MoreBlood and water mixed, fire of love extinguished when the heart of all hearts stopped beating. How could any keep believing?
Read MoreSeed fell, sent yet tell me: Rest well. Let the mess be blessed defenseless. Wrestle the restless. Beget tenderness…
Read MoreBlessed, broken, bleeding, making a way for healing; entreating, believing, receiving a wound to renew, the sword pierced through…
Read MoreIn my mother’s garden, the purple pries apart the vein from leaf, the bark from tree– as branches make an arc…
Read MoreOn a quiet morn, you comfort the grief stricken and worn with such delight that their surprise is like an open door…
Read MoreCross over the colors, pools of beauty a blur. Dare to discover past the seasons that were, here blooming a new in the dawn of mid-June…
Read MoreInspired, running down a fine wire from what has yet come to be to me; asking, Now please? …
Read MoreReach into the water. See what you find. Pull out good gifts to measure divine life put on the table, steady and sure…
Read MoreStay right there– don’t move an inch. Let me capture in time this moment of bliss and of sorrow so happily intertwined…
Read MoreOpaque from the day to day, tainted by all life has thrown my way. In darkness there is no image…
Read MoreOh how little let me be, not to hide, but find in thee my selfish self yet un-prevailed and make of death an open veil…
Read MoreClouds break. Breath takes in a moment of sunlight. Soft wind, I begin to open in good time. As leaves need room to unfold…
Read MoreI hope that you are happy. I pray your worries few and those that seem to cling soon flee, running away from you…
Read MoreAnd here we find ourselves again, in old and new and could have been. Not should have– for we cannot see nor feign to know what ought to be…
Read MoreThe quarter century dawned as the heart within her longed for the days of passing to be everlasting, but she could not yet hear heaven’s song…
Read MoreSprout up and grow. Come close and know that all great trees start as seeds. Listen and heed till you come to believe…
Read MoreScales balanced, eyes turned to the value market learned: compare the subtle leanings ensnared in double meanings, entirely believing this is fair…
Read MoreArrayed, roses in a vase. Put out on display to brighten up the day. Enclosed, budded up and grown. Cut off from the ground that they had known…
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