Winner of the Faith & Hope Award, issued 3/1/13, by The Society of American Poets
Purification To life in its swirling masses And answers still in hiding From pure springs and sacred homes A life emerged, swathed in innocen…
April, our lady who opens the door To plush green gardens on nature’s… Predictable as the morn until the… Casting shadows, what a glorious s… Along the forests and budding tree…
The Redeemer Arise all ye faithless, alone in d… Look to my light, my perpetual glo… I come in the name of the spirit o… My blessings to you, the lost and…
Tapping of the drums From the clouds on high, The troubadours of the ruffled air… Euphonic cantata of the ruffling, Rhythmic lore of the highlands,
A trivial seed of future’s promine… a scrap blown away in the teeth of… a wandering into another world, a love affair of the natural kind, an answered plea of nature’s longi…
Xmas time to be bright and cheery, To be smiling and jumping with joy… Riding in a one horse open sleigh, Cutting down a Xmas tree in the f… Decorating it with tinsel and silv…
My hat, my own, My possession, my slave, My rain repellentthinger, My object, my dummy, My lumpa’ felt, felted lump,
Cry Pride gloating, sorrow talking, eu… Sentimental truths pouring out of… Hidden places that hide under call… Speaking to us like the wild rain…
Maturity of thought is like the thickening of the shell that keeps on binding the spirit until all freedom of imagination is locked inside and looking to find its way out. When we are ...
Whoosh! Goes the man in the sleig… Ducking meteors and the Milky Way… With so many places to go, he goes… Santa on the fly up over the snows… Speed is of the essence up an’ bac…
Deep down inside where Space is connected to space Where oceans sing of empty limits And time is a roving vagabond Lies a receptacle with no name
As each Sunday morning came and went, they became more depressing. The pews were being vacated by disgruntled souls who left to try other churches in order to fulfill their spiritual n...
The leaves begin to fall off the t… and the temperature drops a few de… The gridiron is cleared for the ga… and the cheering starts for the ho… From the opening kick-off until th…
As the heavy night weighed upon my eyelids, sleep became my only solace. My consciousness ceased to guide me as my spirit sped toward the land of dreams. My deep slumber put me on a p...
You, rock of age with eyes, ears, and memories, were you there in the dark before the light came to reveal your form?