(2013)
Within this pilgrim’s soul exists a hungry beggar waif, who can never afford a moment of indifference or distraction. Alert to every aching nuance
trust the one who seeks the truth doubt the one who says he’s found…
My father is dead, still he speaks through me; “Don’t say anything....OR ELSE!… There was plenty of “OR ELSE!” to go around.
Come out, come out, wherever you are. I know you’re in here. You dirty little secret.
Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.
I am that scruffy urchin trembling in the winter chill, with hungry eyes as wide as your fancy dinner plate, staring with an empty longing
My love for you is true, though we have never met. I will not lie to you. I will not steal from you. I will not con or cheat you.
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.
There’s a voice deep inside getting stronger every day. I cannot deny the message these urgent words proclaim. Why bother?
My bucket had a hole in it. I kept trying to fill it. The more I tried, the more flowed down the drain. It wasn’t for lack of what was nee…
I am here now. I have removed my outer garments, placed my trust within your circle… I have come because you promised. You told me you would be here
There’s a fearsome beast within, huddled tense and waiting, in the furthest corner of this brittle heart. It lies alert to any signal
I read such woeful words penned by a fallen brother; his message cut me deeply. He prayed to all that’s holy that he might cry again.
My garments have been stripped awa… along with any hope of tender merc… These feet made bare and sorely bl… It’s time again to bear your earth… Still it seems you know not what y…
Who of you will follow where I’m bound to go? None that I can see. None that I can name. No-one that I know.