I stood at the foot of a tall wooden ladderpiercing a purple cloud in the green heavens;all around the ground was bare except…
Dispassionthat encompassesthe tears shedover a fallen petal, snow feathers over the bending blades,a turning over in bed.
Make me laughtill I cry, help me live till I die: gasping “Enough!”
Flowers, when spent, give up their seeds.Wind blows them where it will. Dropped in the perfect place, never wishing to be elsewhere, they root and flourish.
You must make room for miracles. The new birth, the long awaited Joy comes quietly. Naturally. Conceived in Love…
expectations are the blemish on my facewild emotions produce this disgraceplanning and stress spearhead this fallfive looks…
I should have five minds, to read my towering stack of books and report back with a synopsis.
HUNGER
How many cookies will it take to push these feelings down into my gut where I won’t have to feel them? What quantity of food must I consumeto swallow all my anger? My hunger searches for relief.
Tisk — tisk!
What I really want to do
Merciful God, unhinge my heart.Remove the rusty nails that keepthis door from opening.