Tonight we cross the waters black as coal. We row beneath the stars we blotted out. The only sound—the sloshing of the waves, relentless echoes of the knife-like pain. We row alone like exiles in the dark. And now you speak who know my troubles best. You feel with me the wounds that plague my […]Read more "A Night of Rowing"
I loved the little, stone-paved road That wound beneath the aspen trees And stepped across the stream that flows Where daisies dance and brush the breeze. I prayed and dreamed the soul-craved road. You stepped away into the grass And offered me Your wounded hands, And what choice did I have? I chose To […]Read more "The Unmapped Ways"