As Jackson, the battered quarterback sat in the locker room after his team was humiliated by the opposing team 55 to 3, the blood was trickling down his nose, and his arm felt like it w...
‘Twas after his exhausted paint brush bid farewell to its final caress upon the torrid canvas, that he stood amazed at the power that took over him and guided him through his work. Una...
New Years Eve is our evaluation t… to see where we are on our upward… to see how much we have done last… and what we have to do in future’s… For every step needs to be weighed…
The physician looks at pain, and through his understanding of it (its causes and remedies), can administer to it. His hands, molded through compassion, seek and reach the inner poison t...
My work devoured me. It took my hands and placed them at the controls of my labor. It took my mind to infinite depths that was controlled by divine powers that graced me with its stre...
Love in Transit New love, what am I to do? My mounted pride, how much to undo… Do you leave when I have nothing? My broken spirit among its offerin…
Last night our little church participated in a district meeting to hear a deliberation from our Regional Bishop concerning disassociation from the Global Methodist Churches. We have to ...
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…
American Idol She flaunts her beauty everywhere Her shapely figure and skin so fai… Her glowing smile she warms up the… As winter’s wasteland bursts into…
My poem is not my poem. It belong… “Adoration of the Earth,” the fir… took me into another world from th… lifting me up with my feet still o… bringing me up into an exotic ethe…
Dear God. What I see and hear caught up in the maze called modern civilization, are dreams created for mankind by man himself. They are suspended between two worlds and torn apart by ...
As maestros conduct, potters shape… With sensual batons and swirling c… With music flowing and sound takin… With dancing minds and rhythmic fe… With poetic hands and knowing fing…
A slap in the face, a heavy blow, We stood up with much to show. We the resilient, the brave, the s… Picked up the pieces all along. The prey of the Taliban never eve…
We visited grandma and grandpa at the senior center last Tuesday with the children. It was a lesson in love. During our visit, we witnessed what love did to the spouse who submitted t...
A story of tears and dust, of assorted images and sound, of climbers and melodious sunsets, of preludes to the western skies, of muses for the poetic eyes,