“We are here not to be easy—
but to become our better angels—slowly
while confined within time’s penitentiary…”

“When our worn-out bones dissolve
In life’s murky—accidental waters…”

“My river—starts small
merging—peaceful streams of hope…”

“I wish I could weave detailed colors
as I sense these dark—shifting winds
but this much feels intensely visceral—”

“She is my home of affection
and serene refuge.”

“She’s a survivor
cancer’s grim grip—failed to quash…”

“the leaves hold secrets
fixed in cracks beyond our time…”

“Information is compressing into metamorphic intolerance
As we face two cosmic—terrifying entanglements…”

“that subtle serpent slithered
like a dark—vaporous spirit
rising from aches of stony deeps
to flood our peaceful home…”

“There is one place we go
Where time grows ever slow…”

“She is my beautiful tree
Home of emerald leaves…”

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

“The greatest miracle
we can unearth in our lives
is discovered in the shared hopes
of family and friends”

“my somber skies ache
anxious to hallow clear life…”

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

“An ember glows brightest—
when it's almost gone…”

“I am troubled by stories that institutions of science and learning are becoming an enemy of our country’s political greatness.”

“Where have all the heroes gone?
You often ask—…”

“When winter’s breath kisses a bubble
with its freezing lips of space and time…”

“Ancestral forests
embrace seeds of wintry clutch…”