Love
Love isn’t one thing And if the stars align And the gods are kind It can be everything I have lived deep inside its embrace
It’s my life’s work, To sit and sculpt the images of her form, To shape with phrases praises of my muse To sing her songs and
Begin readingLove isn’t one thing And if the stars align And the gods are kind It can be everything I have lived deep inside its embrace
The Buddhists ask us to be present, and I am in my own way. I am present in my sorrow, As I trace the jagged edges
It seems to me that the world is spinning faster. and most certainly on a more than wobbly axis The crazy things I read and hear
I have lived my life with my heart on my sleeve and my emotions close to the surface. When my bride was at my side I
I sketch with words, nestling them together on a page.
It is Springtime and under the blanket of fog the branches of trees not yet burdened by leaves press up into the sky to form a
Each time I have been challenged by lifes inevitabilities I have somehow managed, through the grace of smiling angels To receive more than was taken, And
When you’re feeling lost and lonely And you don’t know where to turn And your shoulders start to shudder, And your eyes begin to
I wish that I had a well-marked path to follow. One with signs that said, “nirvana straight ahead.” Instead, I hear whispers to “follow me”
She loved the fog, and I loved her Born on Thistle Street in the Gorbals of Glasgow Footsteps from the river Clyde She took no shelter
I am a newborn at a mother's breast I am a novice kneeling at the good lord’s feet I am a student cross
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