Spiritual

Little Treasures in the Earth

A poem

Soul Brother

My soul brother
I fought beside you
 — I remember
The look of faith in your eyes before battle
And the way you held your blade in hand…

I Loath Getting Up Early.

But this was worth it.

Can Words Capture a Walk in Spring?

A short poem that wanders through the woods

Spirits Bring Us Rain

To heal the heart’s gold

What It’s Like to Fish

A short fish story

Rooting Out

. . . for a new tomorrow

We need to root out the Old 
to make way for possible New