“I used to be a mountain goat—I could climb mountains—indefatigable
but nowadays—I have been humbled by a thorn in my side…”

“…I’m compelled to ask one solitary—stark question
deep within the hallowed sanctums of my spiritual
confessional—    What would Jesus do?…”

“Beginning in my timid youth
I crafted meticulous maps
with squiggly lines and words…”

“If I could unearth
lost paths in soft—forlorn hearts
I’d draw gracious maps”