Falcon’s Day

Inspired by Psalm 91 and Deuteronomy 1:29-31   I scramble up my Father's breast fingers buried in his feathered chest strokes of down engulf my arms and legs. I cling to Him, my Refuge, my Fortress, warm to rest. There nestled, though mostly shielded in the shadow of his valiant neck, misted sun rays reach... Continue Reading →

To: my beloved gardener

I am your garden Tend to what needs tending to Prune what needs pruning Root out what needs to be rooted out Plant Make me healthy By your hands Make me flourish May your glorious handiwork Bloom from my dirt Where there's no doubt of other forces at work I am honored to be ground... Continue Reading →

La boîte à sable

Je suis du sable suspendu,   lancée de ma boite     perspective étendue   au-delà de ma compréhension au-delà de mes conceptions de la vie au-delà de mes convictions.     Je suis du sable suspendu, lancée de ma boite!     jeté en l'air     éloigné de la terre      ... Continue Reading →

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