Photo by Chevanon Photography from Pexels Happiness, when it sings,Sings liked a songbirdOn the hillcrest of contentment. The journey to big C begins at five:Good physical health.Perky in the day, pleasantly spent by time for dreams. Companionship of a fellow soulWhose presence alone is enough to fill the peace –Many words not necessary; just smiles […]
Photo by Pixabay from Pexels I believe the soulI feel itComes to you.When you’re ready quietly. But this early?By all accountsThere’s something brooding in meNine years soon. I am the two I am.Body-mind and soul. With light and tendernessVague words bubbling under waterMy blue soul coming in to fill meAn ancient angel child resting in
Photo by Tobias Bjørkli from Pexels I understand something I don’t understand.The soul begins to come out.SayAs in birthBut not.And it expressesTotally wordlesslySomething,As though it wants to know us in the momentWhile we can.Even though I think my soul already knows me.And our feelings begin to mergeBlendAnd old things that used to hurt don’t hurt
Photo by Ron Lach from Pexels When does a poem wax more sermon than a blog? If conscience bleeds and critics ruminate!The table scraps my children dropped to feed our dog, That’s poetry. Though I’m alone of late. I tend the Hungry now, with meals that chefs prepare. Clothe some new-bought, and some with odds
Photo by Anni Roenkae from Pexels “The Jesus of Nazareth who came forward publicly as the Messiah, who preached the Kingdom of God, who founded the Kingdom of Heaven upon earth, and died to give his work its final consecration, never had any existence. He is a figure designed by rationalism, endowed with life by
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