Or what grandpa said about fairy stories. Flowing ink and flowing words Never lead to things—untowards. Of course they don’t and never will What do you read to think they shall? Or do you think that talk of stars And rocket ships, and men on mars, And dragons breath on silver shield, And gallant souls… Read More Story Time
A simple bit of awe and wonder for your day. In the shining of the spring When all the world draws near And the dandelions sparkle Their simple welcome cheer. When leaves are now unfurling And all the world awakes A single breath of joy Is all the soul can take. When the dew shins… Read More Golden Trumpets
It has been a rough several years. If you hurt you are not broken. There is light and it is not an oncoming train. Let sorrow sing it’s burden From a weary wandering soul. As night pulls back the curtain On toil’s painful toll. Let grief have its moment And no longer hide the pain,… Read More Soul Night
Because we all need hope. A brighter world tomorrow Than the one we have today And sharpest grief and sorrow Have somehow flown away. The dying of the sunset And dawning of the night Cause fire in our gullet As we begin what’s right. But labor is not over The work shall ever be The… Read More Rising Light