Spiritual

THE OLD MAN

Unmindful now of life's sharp sting, Of worldly ways, of wanton waste; Just give me but a little thing - A day, an hour, A leaf, a flower. Uncaring as the brief flame dies

Knocking

I seek and knock

Foreign exchange students…?

Their all parasites He says. Fleas on His back and nape His tridents tail His fiery mane. They circle around His burning boils Licking their ashes - anguished dust

God’s Voice in a Stillness

foliage wrestled aside as God’s finger points the way to Truths-- Love and Forgiveness.

The Sky

a beacon for daylight’s pause from journey to

Dance

A brief poem on holding on to grudges and the relief felt of letting go.

Messenger

I wrote this a few years ago. My bf at the time was struggling with God's acceptance and I was struggling with how to show him and this poem just came out of how I was feeling.

Virgin Of Virgins

Song tribute to the blessed Virgin

God is a prophet don’t you know?

God is a prophet don’t you know? “He said pick these here moon daisies And chain—them—together— Gather—and make merry weather”.

The fountain of peace

I found a lake once, in a deep part of the forest fed by a high waterfall which shimmered and danced in the light, it was mesmerizing, I couldn’t take my eyes off it.