My soul clings to you,Your right hand upholds me.
Naked
Adaptation of an earlier poem There she stood clothed, yet nakedBefore Him who looked into herheart.Fire and judgment stirred relentlesslyAnd searched . . . She looked into His eyes and…
The little tree
In a sun scorched land far away,There were trees, little treesWithered, sprangly, and dearth.There were no big trees in this earth.You see, the rain did not come nor did the…
