Mortal Observe Immortality
What allure holds Christmas evening, when flesh and Spirit mingle reprieving?
Elias and I worked on this poem together this afternoon as we played in the sandbox under the tree house. It all started...
She listened intently in silence,
Through the vent in the old farmhouse wall.
Her mom cried alone in the kitchen,
The moon mused inordinate reverie
Reflecting the dance of the dawn
Glaring lunar limpidity
as crystalline orbs blazed beyond
Boy of Six
Could I move through time or space
Travel in and out of day
I could not yet find the place
to put my shoes...
No Place To Hide
My life was so complete the day before my spirit was born.
As I drew my first few breaths I started thinking...
Did they lift you, hold you up, put you in position?
Or did you climb there, even race there, of your own volition?
Lit by the Golden Moon
I dream sweet dreams of you, my dear,
I fly on a balloon.
Burn bright and clear dear LORD
When my life is full of ease
When the times are blest and happy
Keep me humble on my...