Needing love, We squeeze what we can From a fluid landscape of life and light, Gifted to us but for a moment In the grand scheme of things. Hope glistens, Daring us to do so much more. And, at our best, When least distracted By the petty cares of the day, We hunger for a constant, To find a flow, A warm, healing current We can swim within. One soul’s...
Learn MoreAge gathers, colludes. Cadences fade fitfully, Seemingly before their time. But there are echoes still, Shapes we inherit, we inhabit, we bequeath. A life however bravely spent, Will always be jagged, incomplete, Never far away from being enveloped in darkness. Some may say, Especially those who’ve known joy in life, That this is not right. I tell you...
Learn MoreMarks are made. Despite ourselves we etch away, We leave behind. A few might even dare To place something proudly on the landscape, Just for its own sake, Or so that afterwards They might be spoken of by strangers. But, either way, it matters not. For when our souls are open Connections occur. Perhaps there is a clue here, A hint of...
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