Suffering can be an opportunity To become closer To God, A break-away to a holy score, Where tragedy only is seen after a… The knocking of God is happening…

I’m finding my way Back to Dickie street, The land my great-grandfather John Boyd Dickie, Bequeathed to the city of Trenton…

Sometimes life is so utterly delic… Out of it I want to take a bite Rip it into stitches, Sometimes I want To take flight,

Human beings are fickle, Sometimes we want ice-cream, Sometimes a pickle, At times in winter we are cold, In summer hot,

God appreciates not Our physical appearance, It’s our hearts & minds Which He gives adherence to Hearts & minds that are kind,

The years pass him bye Like the warinessof Father’s All-seeing eye, Like logs so tacitly tossed into t… Chronus is keeping track we aspire…

True communicate is not Attained with the body, But with the mind, The body can be wanting affection, Wanting intersection...

I live to weave my thoughts Into words, My word into phrases, My phrases jump to life On paper;

I wrap myself in a warm, wool blan… On a wet, cold winter’s day, The isolation itself is a warm, so… Soft & consoling, Warming my weary bones

What is the latest news? What is the weather? What’s new in the world Does knowing it make me Better for having the knowledge

Obituaries are dark curiousities, I hope I’m not in there, In black & white, Not yet I conceed, Death Notices are morbid, macabre…

To love God Is to desire Him, This is the source Of my pleasure, I no longer seek

To honour one’s predecessors, Is deserving & kind, Especially ones of the same name So fine, James Dickey writes 'Deliverance’

The only relationship We need to be of concern, Is the one we have with God, The others are reflections, Chances to learn,

Hopeless? Ship wreck? Destitute? Mutiny Or land in sight? I must assault the senses I will…