Delilah Done Lost Her Game

Narrative poem

The Language of Dust

A poem

I see them, the specks of dust swirling in the harsh light that spills through the…

POETRY | HOPE | INSPIRATION

The Power of Dawn

It is as dark as it gets

A Long Sigh

Poetry

Pt. I
Who did I think I was
dressing like a teenager 
Drinking too much and wearing clothes 
that…

In the Shadows of the Past

Poetry

Fall and Fly

Poetry

Sometimes we fall
We run down the hill 
Instead of running up so far
We can be just like the leaves…

The Signs of the Divine

A call to reverence