My Poetry and Prose Blogology
The Last Conclave
“tall stacks signal pride
as rising black smoke broadcasts
my home’s fall from grace…”
A Path of Meekness
“humble—reverent spirits who suffer
for possessing soft and generous hearts
walk simple paths of mercy and grace…”
The Last Waters
“when we discover the gift
and drink from the ladle
of his deep cold sating well
we choose a strenuous path”
Below Beasts
“they live above our indulgence
and our hackneyed opinions
to only give of themselves
in pure—unconditional love”