BIess this food we share together
BIess our conversation...
I have intense feelings
And my intense feelings...
To Those Who Still Guard a Soul
Loneliness is a shrine...
In the name of the first warriors,
the keepers of earth’s first truth...
Right or wrong,
high or low...
As we lean into the future,
the past unfurls behind us...
I am sending a white flag
To my father...
I traveled miles away,
To see the Rocky Mountains...
I traveled miles away,
To see the Rocky Mountains...
How will I know
If you have faith in God...
It was a small garden lane of being,
a stem upon...
~~I wrote a sonnet at first, but I changed it.~~
No mask can veil the truth we trace...