In the last couple weeks, I have been a part of a spiral of issues. I was going to say "I fell into a spiral of issues," but that makes it sound like they took me down, and they didn't...
God paints the sunrise with the softest blues//And loverly, effervescent yellows//If I were a bird, it'd be my featherbed//And if I were a melody, it'd be my complement
There is a grand Ebb and Flow To all of Life and all we know I've not seen enough years to count More than fractions of all to which I shall amount And in my inexperience, I fight With seeing any of my limited hindsight And so, Lord, be my guide To walk this life... Continue Reading →
In the beginning There was a seed Creator limning Sotto Voce There was reverie For the burgeon But the avarice Struck the virgin Scorned by the scapegrace So she went mute Melody discarnate Dissonance scute Crescendo the lie Crescendo rue But a greater song: True Love construed Singing "all for One"... Continue Reading →