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…
In her Father’s arms
The waves crashedThe thunder roaredUnabashed the lightning seared the skyThe billows soaringWind writhing This was a wonderful timeFor the little girl in her Father’s armsAs He held her closeHis voice…
In the Darkness
I heard the thunder of the gates as they closed and The heaviness of the chains as they were wrapped around and locked. All light fled, and no whispers of…
The Way of the Wind
When I was a child, my father Took me to the beach at sunrise; We sat in silence and listened to the wind. It was grand it was beautiful. Soon…
Known
There she stood clothed, yet naked Before Him who looked into her heart. Fire and judgment stirred relentlessly And searched . . . She looked into His eyes and saw…
