My Glass House

I walked my walk up to a house of glass and up the crystal stairs that gleamed and shined with sun. I walked up to a house that was my life, and hardly knew what I had done. – The walls were mirrored: reflecting, liquid worlds, that whirled around their world: my presence at their […]

Sonnet III

His love is never broken with His law. The sin of man would carve the rift that tears Away the earth from her Creator and draw The ugly marks that curse all our affairs: The poison, Self, polluting love; the gift Of children intertwined with pain; the rust Of tools discouraging our work; the swift […]