My soul clings to you,Your right hand upholds me.
Beauty in my arms
I watch as the leaves flew up;I smiled and chased the flurry,Following the path of disheveled leaves.In a moment, all fell still . . . silence. . .There she was…
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…
Mud in her toes
She ran through the leavesFeeling the mud in her bare little toes,A little hanging on the eaves of her dress.She laughed as the rain soaked her curls.She hopped and skipped,…
