My Poetry and Prose Blogology
Ragged Maps
“…I’m compelled to ask one solitary—stark question
deep within the hallowed sanctums of my spiritual
confessional— What would Jesus do?…”
Our Sphere of Sanctuary
“When winter’s breath kisses a bubble
with its freezing lips of space and time…”
Trails Through Time
“time slowly erodes my rocky pathways
of life—hobbling me in narrow meanders
and endless excruciating switchbacks…”
Peace Trails
“baptized in the caressing dews of willows—
we emerge beneath an azure-blue atmosphere
redeemed once again—in a fresh ray of hope”
Photos courtesy of Jessica Taylor Crystal
Deserts of Our Hearts
“…who can we turn to now
to find our calmer sanctuaries
of tranquil deliverance and hope”
Photos Courtesy of Carma Evans
