Waiting Saints
I have a hope, bright in darkest place; a drowning flood of ocean’s grace to rise around these broken…
December 21, 2008I have a hope, bright in darkest place; a drowning flood of ocean’s grace to rise around these broken…
December 21, 2008Scissors lain low- the gold, golden glow with you and me and our running blood; the cost of saving…
December 12, 2008I have a hope, bright in darkest place; a drowning flood of ocean’s grace to rise around these broken…
December 8, 2008They shall sing a song to a quiet tune without words and I shall listen, though I hate the…
December 7, 2008Tremors ran the fracture lines, much like lightning, as those secret fingers lit the night and lost the world…
November 27, 2008Tolstoy wrote of war and of peace And Plato’s Republic of a perfect society. But I, living here, on…
November 24, 2008Drift out upon those open wings, you singing child and let the glory ring from point to point of…
November 22, 2008