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
I wrote this a while ago, but it never seemed the right time for it. It now seems appropriate for Memorial Day. Day of sorrow, day of pain Day to mourn the lost again. While vengeance serves a bitter draught Hard won justice is slowly bought. The wolf’s head fear the righteous sword And the… Read More Day of Mourning
Something I hope brightens your day. Gates above now shining down Look on me and show your crown. The keeper stands and guards the door While shadows throng up to its shore. Hearts lift up to hope and more Take the joy that they implore. The fire of hope lights beacons bold That humble hearts… Read More Gates of Light