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

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

Forces of Nature more powerful than earthquakes, than tsunamis, the bane of happiness

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

First, A mistake. Quicksand. Second, A broken promise.

If it hurts, If it brings misery, Why does it happen again and again? How can so much

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

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

Alone I stand Pondering my arts the fruits of my labors. All is good and I lay down my bru… But there is a voice,

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

You Were the sunlight. You brought me

I think I understand Why Adam took that bite. To throw away Eden, peace, love, God’s favor. Because, in the end,