“Out of the anguish of his soul he shall see and be satisfied.”
Make your list.
Those things you don’t have.
The things you’ve done wrong.
The things the world has done to you.
The things you could never accept. Not in a million years.
Continue reading “Poem: Griefs”
I see the clouds. Gray and foreboding.
Covering the sky.
They hover. And long for release.
The day closes. The sky goes dark.
The clouds remain, but blend into the darkness.
Continue reading “Poem: I see the clouds”
The sun rises
despite the best efforts of the clouds.
A new day introduces
Continue reading “Morning”