Of The Royal MeadowFrequently, on a Saturday morning, my mother and I would head to “Good Tidings” the only known Christian bookstore within 20 miles of our home, its name declaring its message within.    It could have been any number of motivations which wooed my mother into that little shop each Saturday. Which lie nestled … Continue reading of the royal meadow

The grass looked inviting to me today as I passed by. The air was warm, the sun bright and knowing. The grass looked soft and affectionate. Speaking to the child in me, the child I was, or the child I am. I felt myself desiring it, wanting to give in and just lie down, like … Continue reading inviting grass

When days drag long with lonely songs My soul cries out "Where art Thou?" My spirit knows Thy place When my hands bleed from fruitless deeds My eyes sting from selfish tears Falling hard in bitter grief My mind pleads, "Where ART THOU?" My spirit knows Thy place When my heart pounds within My mortal … Continue reading searching

I turned around and I saw something glimmering in the shadow of my memories, A faint but beautiful idea sparkling in the darkness Life was there twisting awkwardly around my humble existence I had no definitive purpose,  no intentional understanding I turned relentlessly in circles, Hoping to catch a better view, a hand emerged outstretched; … Continue reading Perfect Persistence

what have I left when all disappears fading and melting under the strength of suffering years when all once valuable and precious is lost like ashes to the wind like early sun against morning frost what will remain when words are few and faces gone, beauty a memory strength a song who will hear my … Continue reading what remains