I have been reading poetry and poetic writers for years. A tone that resonates in my soul. The Psalmist sings to me thousands of years later. Many times the hum that draws me dissipates and eventually disappears. I panic. Have I lost my way? The creator whispers …...
How long does it take before the rubble in our lives become familiar? I drove past the old mill site today. I drive past it every day… several times a day. Today I slowed down and pondered the debris. There is a thought that quickly enters and exits my mind each time:...
Dreams and hope still blossom They have eternal flame Even curse of generations Cannot drown out the same Dark my dreams of late Sinister and blue Despite the gentle coaxing By the hand of you Tears that stain my pillow Oppression from the deep Taloned claws so buried...