I have cometo the forestto face death.You came too,I see. We eachhave our reasonsfor…
A Spiritual Story-Poem
After dinnerGod asked meto split an apple.I pulled a knifefrom my pocketand cut the apple…
A Story-Poem
Late one nightdeath knocked softlyon my door.I invited her infor a cupof hot teaand a sugar…
Cool spring morning —the breath of Godon my face
God and I werewalking home oneevening after visitingOld Lady Garber andher chickens. I…