Spiritual

Using the tools of his trade the dream of the physicist is to make matter so small that we may understand where we came from. Using the life of one brave man the dream of the religionist

The subway train is naked winter rain upon the city lights of blue and grey.

Have you ever counted the grains of sand, That swiftly flows through the hour glass stand? A grain of salt for every moment we toil, A grain of sand for each tear that nurtures the soil

in Gethsemane, the kiss of Judas