Microcosmos When we first started looking through microscopes a cold fear blew and it’s still blowing. Life hitherto had been…
Browsing: Poetry
With the Sun on Our Backs My hand is upon you, As you well know. I walk with you daily…
Sweet Presence You are here. My soul drinks Of Your Presence. Here is sweetness pervading, Time with no measure, Eternity…
Flowers Without Fruit Prune thou thy words; the thoughts control That o’er thee swell and throng;– They will condense within…
It Takes Families To Raise A Village Men with guns surround the powerists’ vehicles. Mothers, loving, unseen behind bulletproof glass,…
Beside my desk, seashells Show evidence of life outgrowing the old self and discarding hard protective layers that once encompassed…
Some Like Poetry Some – thus not all. Not even the majority of all but the minority. Not counting schools,…
Live Henceforth in My Love Blessing full and overflowing Pour over me, Around me, And though and through. It is…