As the course of love churns ahead and the feet feel the ground again and the weights and measures resur… as the new life comes back to the… reality wraps its arms
Mother Rain, Mother Beauty, sunrise finery, calico skirts, silky clouds, supple lofted castle… fiery morning rays running through golden avenues to the beyond
My hat, my own, My possession, my slave, My rain repellentthinger, My object, my dummy, My lumpa’ felt, felted lump,
So that sly ole’ leprechaun thought he was pulling a fast one on me, eh. He told me that the gold was buried next to one of the trees, and that he was going to tie a red ribbon around ...
Man of sound Of music in the round Chasing rainbows with the rain To yonder skies where angels lain Pushing the limits of primal thoug…
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...
We lie in the shade of the maple t… My beloved angel of twenty three, Whose lap is soft as a velvet drea… A quiet brook and a silver stream. I look into her deep blue contente…
Earth forever marching to the thun… In submission to a rhythmic wonder Of human response to the commandin… Domination of the mind and body al… Strings of the tyrants of the core…
Of your place above we stand in aw… of the secrets stored within you. Our faces feel the wind and our mi… thirst to see it and find the caus… Thy coffer overflows in us as we
As passion runs into the wild with its machetes and missiles into the fires of Gomorrah, it’s heart running full speed ahea… its brain left behind
Inspiration, my heroine to me came… My lady of thought and soothing wa… Her hidden words in the dark of th… Shone her beacon and brought me to… Lifted me up where I saw her stor…
Last night our little church participated in a district meeting to hear a deliberation from our Regional Bishop concerning disassociation from the Global Methodist Churches. We have to ...
Stravinsky’s “The Rite of Spring… and watches my prosaic thoughts un… slowly slipping away like winter’s… like a song of joy to its reluctan… A fanfare with adherent arms that…
From that mysterious island in the… far beyond my eyes and ears and ar… wreathed in a fragrant mist of pur… with a beating heart and saintly m… of an ancient language from a diff…
Down among the sunken ships, the furthest distance from heaven, out of touch with the swirling tem… fathoms under fathoms and beyond, the no man’s land of the macabre,