From the Utopian spirit of yester… From up higher than the upper stra… From trumpets heralding a moral pl… Sounding forth from a sacred land, The foundation of fatherhood is fo…
Music with arms that never let go, a mixture of power and tears, of passion and the running of pass… the flowing of the river of the sp… winding around the chordal banks
Fiery red carpets in the dawn of d… Light as feathers and the rising a… Hang high up in the luxurious sky. Daughters of the sun clad in Yellow chiffons,
Those roving invisible monsters up… Hiding in the Arctic and everywhe… Those deceiving eyes and laughing… With lungs full of air in the wron… That blow southward with all their…
Rules of time and the chronology o… When order was a wondrous piecing… As the minutes grew into marvelous… And rudiments advanced to triumpha… They took me and delivered me to m…
Falling down to unknown depths from high homes and pure thoughts and each day a further falling with the dark side of man in contr… pushing him down the stairs
What I am is what I am, What is hidden in my soul, What was there and always there, How my denials were rejected, Why non-believers come to believe,
One tier alone in the night, an empty heart and empty cry, A soloed walk in the romantic air, a music without the sweetness, without tiers piling up in layers,
Blessed life and the longing for i… The birthing and a deeply yearning… The moving stream inside Nature’s… Of pleasure’s delight and running… Passion speaks in a warm and lusty…
A story of tears and dust, of assorted images and sound, of climbers and melodious sunsets, of preludes to the western skies, of muses for the poetic eyes,
Sky and waters, angels and beasts, sky thickened, tempest anxious, glassy seas beneath the siting, black angels pacing, swooping down… fingers flailing, searching, cravi…
Lo behold a fire ball falling in t… From a hard day’s journey for a ni… Will it hit the earth with a resou… Will it shake up the sky and heave… Will it miss the ground and land i…
Pasture, the home covered in succu… the table calling all sheep and ho… the melting pot where they all com… the softening of their barbarian n… equalizer of the variances in thei…
In the wake of the storm after the tempestuous beatings upon the face of the Earth, when the end seemed like a mythical dream, a fairy tale,
What I can’t see doesn’t mean that I shouldn’t have faith in it. I can’t see God, but it doesn’t mean he isn’t there. I can’t see the Holy Spirit that’s within me, but it doesn’t mean...