The good are always near If you have eyes to see them Though often cloaked in Garments of some worn religion Their goodness like beams of light Passed through a cracked door Falling soft on hidden places Where all the …
The Greatest of These
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. Breathe. Settle yourself. Try to understand. We were meant to love. And if we can not love, then we were meant to try to …
Love Song in Sepia
I remember her hands turning the knitting needles like mercury. Beating yarn into fabric. And in her wisdom, she’d spin her words into gold. I studied each line on her brow for truth. Reading the creases like India ink. Dark. …
Mosaic: Poem
Mosaic Give them to me. All the pieces of your broken heart. Give them to me. I’ll take them. All the rough-hewn misshapen bits of your shattered dreams. Give them to me. I will take them. Give them to me. …
Hum With Me
my world is loud. a chaotic symphony. a stew of noise. i’m a glutton for babel. a junkie for acclaim. i’ve both soared and starved. felt rich then poor. but there have been moments… of unexpected respite. and melodic quiet. …