Beads, water, wet
Running down mountains of flesh,
Into a warm sea,
Whose white porcelain banks... more »
The Closed Door
The gates to earth are closing,
To many every day
Unwanted, unloved millions
We’re turning them away.... more »
A donkey standing
In a field by a fence,
Standing all alone
Without any friends... more »
Still the thought, to walk in fear.
Tis love must carry thee o’er.
But can I rightly chart my course
When perched upon this bier.... more »
The earth it plays a symphony.
I see it every day.
I taste the very notes of life,
As I go on my way.... more »
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Was it a week, or just a day
When joy so sweetly... more »