Spiritual

Fine line

Free will can be an engine, the power and the fuel. Or a deeply trodden furrow, from a never ending duel.

Past lives

Past lives are not illusions that rise at dawn and fade at dusk They’re the footsteps of creation, our lineage in dust.

Birds wing

Now’s the time to face the future, to bite the bullet, make amends. To live in harmony with nature, and see challenges as friends.

Elipsis

Time condensed and evaporated

The Uncaring God

I cannot comprehend a god, On high celestial plane, Architect of all Earth's good But guiltless of its pain. We thank the Lord for one man saved When stricken ships go down, But never seek to offer blame

"always with reed"

a little poem about unheard music~

"either from or towards"

though only a few short footsteps, `tis the longest journey one will take~
Cherry

Closed Country

This story is dedicated to my friend Yohannes, an asylum seeker who was deported to Ethiopia on Tuesday 16th January 2007, while this story was being written. Details of this story are based on real accounts of Yohannes and others like him. It is called closed country and the country it refers to is never mentioned, in the style of many missionary news reports which never mention the name of the country or the name of the Christians as this would endanger them.