Wonder

rare things are growing the moon is moving , shalom fly the burning flag of freedom do you know what it’s like to be almost swallowed home ?   he pours the tea gold sugar , emotional weight unfurls her hair upon dew shoulders , a soul scratching in the still and quiet she is…Read more »

White

I loved holding your hand what piece of that is you ? there , a white horse loose and hit by a car on Paradise Road its a curious land God allows . do you recognize me the red spruce , the snow goose laying in lake sand the turntable now an alleluia instrument sounding…Read more »