The one above it all is, indeed, the one with me in it all. Walking, talking, guiding, urging, comforting, calling me to soar. And the...

The candle flame you lit of tender heart has melted me. The soil of life you ploughed; become a mire drowning me to nought. The victory...

That temporal crown of regal gold, foreshadowed one of thorn, with coronation echo sound:“Another king be born. Your victory come like...

‘Tis but thy name that is my victory; Thou art thyself, more than my heart could view. O what a name? is it not all? all hope,  all love,...

I sit and I watch in sunrise light, Coffee, croissant, summer morning breeze and nothing too much to do today. The evaporating,...

This poem is 50 words long. Each one is a summary-response to the 50 verses of Psalm 18. The idea with the rhythm of the poem is to...

I see you sitting on the mercy seat held by promise and love. With one hand you pat the space at your side, With the other you say,...

What safety is this? Not the absence of danger or freedom from pain, Not life without struggling again and again. Not quiet or stillness...

My child, Your journey may be scattered with shame, Have been slowed by distraction and pain, And filled by the rhythm of untruth; But...

Only the fool, could be fooled. The senseless left, in senselessness. For every receptor and, Neuronal connector whispers, “God.” Shouts...

He’s not very good at hiding. He could be if he wanted to be.  But he doesn’t want to be.  Not at all. He refuses to hide properly. But...

Deceit propulses from their mouth; saturating civilians with submunitions. Their breath; nothing but naphthenic, palmitic salts of hate...

The string is taut. Held extended in well-versed, hate-fuelled hand. Arrow; engaged. Balanced as sinew cuts deep into flesh. Ready ...

Evil has pulled up his chair with wicked intent. He sits and waits with regal pride; And there is no room at his table for hope. The...

The garden; overgrown, overwhelmed … is reclaimed. It will be, again, a garden: replanted. Recaptured, revived. Thankfulness replaces...

Simplest song twinkles orbs of burning gas light, From child breath flows a parent’s great delight. While war is made and won in 10000...

These hands have held so much, still hold so much, Too much? They have let go, have dropped and have carefully placed. Embraced. Much....

I am torn to nothing; decimated page of prose, Screwn to tinder, wrapped tight in coils to burn. Life-hope story rolled and knotted to...

We feel the crunch of broken stone beneath our feet as we pass the boundary gate, We have journeyed through the solstice night and...

Gazed upon with hope-fuelled pyre; Watched with joy through purifying fire. Seen and known yet loved the same, As enmity’s combusted in...