Eyes with magnets tucked inside, with mystic pools and tender tears… melodic arms reaching out into the… fingers dancing to the sound of si… lighthouses amassed upon the shore…

Trumpeter Castles and courtyards, manicured… Trumpeting in the arrival of kingl… A hymn to the light of morning’s d… Of waking forests and morning glor…

Dear God. As my heavy heart led me through the 624 acre cemetery last Memorial Day, I couldn’t help but think about all the heroes that you created that were willing to die for me just...

Behind lines of steel and granite, Ne’er to be seen, heard, or reveal… Like the secret of the ocean floor… The floating truth entombed in the… In comfort, security, and contentm…

As home is branded into our being, our paradise of memories is etched into the branding. It is a permanent and fond attachment to the well-known place as we entered into life’s long wan...

From the inversion of summer and w… from icy hideaways of cryptic spoi… the new ground is now a convalesce… a fallow that becomes a fertile lo… a fertile loam that promotes the s…

Thank God for the Louis Pasteurs of the world, for the ones with his ingenuity, a mind capable of coming up with a vaccine to eradicate

Of stories told with enchanting to… Sweet breath of jasmine and myrrh Through the still evening air Into the rising sun and beauteous… Riding with symphonic pulses

The jagged edges of the war-bound… with their battle axes and razor s… rub against the tender walls of th… for years upon years of agony and… scratching, clawing, kicking, pier…

Business and Music He hears music from his heart Of passion flowing like busy river… Heavy pounding and floating air An ode to throbbing extremities

Mmm the smell of salt in the briny… so close to the sea as Neptunian f… standing back to gaze at the waves marveling at how the ocean plays living as a yeoman but not at sea