Architects work in accordance to how God works. They have the future in mind. As God created man and woman to last forever through their desire to recreate, architects have to depend on...
Money, jets, speedsters, race cars… Fingers blazing, riffs, guitars, Tornados, hurricanes, angry storms… With piccolos screeching and waili… Restless clouds, racing ‘cross the…
Giants of frigid winter’s night, From ancient homes of sightless si… Not to be seen or subsequently hea… But in place for the solstice to o… They tilt the earth away from the…
Hallelujah! The forsaken rains em… to thwart the progression up to th… Hallelujah! The Earth came back t… and lo behold in the sky a grand s… The skies heard our prayers and se…
Curtains hanging on the way to the… adorned in white satin with silver… puffed up by the winds of the hot… luxuriate in the midday skies in t… in anticipation to the viewing of…
The architect of sound With his soft, soothing, rapid han… Reaching out into the mystic air, Transporting music on a sacred jou… A pilgrimage to a sacred pleasure…
The revival of love once bestowed in the hearts of the devoted, the teachers with the seed still growing in their being,
Winter’s vespers in mobile cathedr… That drift in the snow filled skie… Psalms of praise at season’s end, Mother Nature’s eternal blessings Wrapping up Winter’s silent litur…
That Magic Wand There it goes again in its thrilli… Turning the ordinary into the extr… With its rallying sounds that ratt… Pointing its spears at my tedious…
Beloved Poetry Thou art the language of the spiri… Thou art in the rhythm of the rain In the stories hidden in the cloud… And in the anger of a lightning bo…
Mother Nature as if she Wasn’t prominent already: As if she was a beauty Nestled in a sea of beauty, A common lady with a common face,
To judge the whole solely by the surface is like judging the boundless universe by the appearance of the clouds. If the trees in the forest are shaken by the breath of the tempest, the ...
Land of the Free “Living in the Land of the Free” The good life is achieved by
Harbingers afore the early spring, Messengers of the busy clouds that… The Boreal breath of winter’s wra… Floating down along Khione’s path Through corridors lined with cryst…
A lucky star shined down on Jake… It broke through the perforated cl… that hovered over the Bering Sea and found him in deep thought. It entered into his eyes and
