Poetry
SIMPLE THINGS (Series #1)
SIMPLE THINGS (Series #1) Big things fall away like lofty escarpments slowly dissolved into grains of sand from the patience of time through wind and
SIMPLE THINGS (Series #1) Big things fall away like lofty escarpments slowly dissolved into grains of sand from the patience of time through wind and
TELLING OUR STORY Stories…we must tell them. I heard it said once that God created humans because (s)he loves stories. We must etch them out
I SEE MYSELF I see myself today Not the self I am familiar with Not the self I say I am, The self-comforting view shaking
CYCLES OF HOLY GRACE As with the mysterious coalescence of magnetism allowing for the many creative manifestations of nature; the germination of what becomes a
-NAVIGATING CHANGE- A waterfall of thoughts cascades upon me every moment. Which am I choosing? And which are choosing me? Am I bound to a
EMERGENCE The soul of humanity is like a stream flowing from its Source to the ocean; it is an unbroken current, it is a complete
I will be moving in nine days. As with all things, life is an ongoing experience of attachment and letting go. I have been identifying
-TIMELINE- There is no avoiding The shadow on the wall It follows my slightest move Inseparable companion, These strong hands weaken I cannot hold what
-THE CIRCLE- In living, I come to see a circle Like an echo, All that I have spoken Comes back to me As seasons spin
—MANY VOICES IN ONE— We live in a world with many voices, Each one, including mine, seeks to be heard. Why? What is it that