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

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

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

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

A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Because of what I have done, these failures were just too much. This final fall with follow me Forever. There were no harsh words,

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