Everything he has ever been taught alerts him to avert that dancing f… What is it then that demands he mu… proceed towards his certain fiery… Some deep and ancient voice within
Are you the one I have no words f… Are you the one who seeks the space between these lines? I used to think I’d know you inst… Now I don’t know anything at all.
These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;
Something whispers, certainly not nothing. A subtle impetus to choose to stir and rise
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.
I was seven years old. I approached the priest in earnest… “I want to take the lord Jesus in… He instructed me to kneel and pray… A week passed.
Alone, in the same old crowd, trying to ignore this stifling pain. I am but
I see no reason now to disguise this naked heart and soul of mine. You can hide there
What you seek with such fervent zeal, as you scour those sacred texts and scriptures, is far greater than
Hello, can you see me here? Please, might you stop awhile. I am the one you pass by daily as you hurry homeward bound. I am that one who’s least of us.
How does a landed mariner ever tell a living soul about the exquisite rapture of the sultry siren’s song ? As it echoed through the mist,
Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.
He’s been around the block and even toured the world, with scars upon scars to show from many a hard-fought battle. Yet like many old dogs
I gaze into the bleakness of the e… engulfed by a sense of futility an… I am like the man who keeps fishin… though he knows the river is spent… I cast my line into the milky pool…
Seems no way out, but deep within. There’s a resonant voice calling from the depths of my being; I am not what you imagine me to be…