My Poetry and Prose Blogology
Shores of Mercy
“Of all the dreams I could’ve dreamt—
I hesitated—tumbling numb into another
cavern—mined in my own bastions of fear…”
“Be the clear voice and purest grace
of an effervescent—babbling brook…”
“sacred rivers sing
touching cold trembling waters…”
“Of all the dreams I could’ve dreamt—
I hesitated—tumbling numb into another
cavern—mined in my own bastions of fear…”