Iron wrought gates swing wide; Cherubim winged singing, I stand inside as Gavel hammered session ringing bids me nigh, But blush at...

What grace do I cling to? The bread and the wine. We pass silver trays to hold the divine. My eyes close, and I imagine Flesh and blood...

Hurled, as you whittled: down. Perched on lush lifeline You cut, and rage at bark scratches. Draw sap, draw blood, Eat sown seed. Blown...

If in my final days, I, the ignorant fool for believing in hope; believing death a doorway into that glorious life everlasting… Then let...

In summer’s soft and golden field, A mother with her daughters trail, Between bent blades that gently yield Where flowers blossom, bright...

Thine once cradled head, Again lifted up to settling evening Turned silent night. Swaying olive branches in the wind, All alone. Heart...

I remember the smell of my paper box of Crayolas. I remember sometimes having a sharpener on the back. I remember it was my favorite. I...

We are exiled wanderers. Our feet have grown tired from the sand and our throats are parched. In desolate dry land without water, our...

If this is about nothing, is this anything? If I have no meter or rhyme, No quatrains nor envelopes, Am I still poetry? If I am not...

You are a beam of light where sun and water meet. A wave, not crashing, but enveloping me, And leaving in your wake ripples of beauty...

“I lift my eyes toward the mountains. Where will my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.” -Psalms‬...

Sown the seed that hurled through my chest, and flung down deep. Whose roots wrapped in all direction so I knew that you were planted...