The howling wind that has no life,
Seeks my own with both blood and knife;
But in my God I will stand strong,
And if It think it’d win, it's dead wrong.... more »
All Things Lovely
Lovely things begin with the sunshine.
Her rays illuminate faces
So that smiles can be seen.
Her love so bountiful... more »
The Decaying Green
Walking along the path I heard leaves break
Becoming like dirt under the soles of my shoes.
They, in their millions, epitomized beauty
And life, but now they decompose and wane.... more »