Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future

I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to

Do angels exist? Could creatures of endless grace of immeasurable beauty really walk among us?

Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.

Why is it that we say an act of cruelty is “inhumane”? When did that word...

When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions

The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody

Sunshadows, for I wish not to wake. But rather to sleep within the

A Gentle Breeze Warm crowns of light Rustling trees The summer’s delight Gossamer threads

Was I given a chance? Did I miss that which I have aimed

People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much

Much have I wandered From one life to another. My sorrows I have pondered, injustices that threaten to smothe… A mind of barbs and brambles