My soul clings to you,Your right hand upholds me.
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…
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…
