We all see ghosts—at least do I. They hang, sometimes, inside the mind the vision spots: fractured slits of broke morality They linger in the memory and sometimes make their presence known to tempt or tease or taunt. – They are because we put them there and loved them—once—from deep inside and gave too much […]Read more "Holy War"
The cake is set, ensconced behind the glass becoming more delicious by the hour. It seems the shafts of sunlight strike it so, that they expound its crystal glories more. – And here am I, condemned–or doomed–to wait, until the moment I become sixteen. But fingerfulls of fluffy frosting taste as icognito good (don’t ask) […]Read more "Cake Walk"
Blessed are the pure in heart for they shall see God. -Matthew 5:8 Lord, build around my heart a wall of grace to sift the daily facts as they come in that nothing but the truth would find a place and nothing but Your love would dwell within. Refuse despair an entrance to […]Read more "Prayer for a Pure Heart"
He slunk around the darkened street at night and hid in lies, and marble-whitened sin. And then, when no one else was left in sight, he came to church and, pious, slithered in. – – – – – – – – – – – – – –Read more "Satan Visits"
Beware the Ilakoman Vale. There’s something in the waters there— As sweet as honey, strong as ale— That clasps our souls, enchanted there. Beware the Ilakoman Vale. Beneath Beluren’s crowning peak In fields where wilder-poppies grow, They say one hears the valley speak just where the ancient waters flow— Beneath Beluren’s crowning peak. Come […]Read more "The Ilakoman Vale"