The choir of the saints is heartle… They’ve parried happiness a lifeti… seeking the old earth, the marsh of the meek— where earnest suffering is woven w…

Every time I leave my parents’ ho… I am filled with a sweet sorrow. It has taken me half a lifetime to… and now I love them so dearly, so… They nor I are getting younger

As far as the eye can see— Limitless blue nowhere to be found.

Hell came through on battered wings, and thought to ask just one last thing. That If I could,

The ravens were about me and I felt as though I moved with the… Full am I, too, of grace and inst… Knowing the wind can tell a secret… being a vastness of numbers,

I’ll give you what I got, I can part with it all. I have gifts— A silk tongue,

Like a Somali pirate just pull up on the Grim Reaper, surprise him

One of God’s tricks is, similar to Michael Jordan, It sinks a three-pointer with 1.2 seconds left on the clock,

I know people see him and think, “Gee, that’s crazy.” Which makes it embarrassing to see him

I lost my pendant, a dove with a wafer or solar cross… on the back was written 'Sterling’… I searched for hours. I felt silly and embarrassed to

Needless of a judge, a contrite heart is a bird suspended on a current, shifting myriad planes without asking or telling.

A Sacred Site is the ultimate emblem, a trophy of the horizon’s finitude… No better a final gate, no more wiser a runway,

Forget shoplifting, not pushing your cart back to the cart-corral is the true crime. Amazing,

Upon that special mound there is a cleanliness, a purity sanctimonious, something so perfect it’s numerological—