I am the soul of this town,
feeding ostracized families...

The fire through the demeanors of others
puts my rising thought to shame...

We are all called to live a holy life
whether by taking vows of celibacy...

What would happen
if all our decisions...

She entrusted billowing notes
to be interpreted by migrants...

Do you know?
Before I succumb to wandering skies...

What You have done
is not taught at dawn's...

Father of Love...

I am tempted by what you have created,
the beautifully innocent I have unclothed...

I am staring at an unbalanced tree,
black carvings deface its stability...

He slashed through the storm,
slitting open vaporous eyes...

A light flickers on,
reflections taint soil...