A samurai strikes
from the pivot point...
It is not faith
that casts the spell...
I will dance before You, O Lord,
Not with the steps of men...
Though The paths all thing walk,
We are timeless, time does not tic or tok...
Today there is
Nothing but grey sky...
I looked for you..
in the curve of someone else’s smile...
I would give you a chance
Even when I know it ends in fire...
It is not over
This long Winter...
In a world of hate and destruction yet
Palestinian woman are strong and true...
A limp hand reaches into the void
That wraps around a crumpled form...
I am made in God’s own mold,
Divine in form, refined and bold...
Red
hoodies...