An athlete, a warrior, an artist.
Sometimes in the dead of nightTired limbed and bleary eyedBehind a screen or under ruckI think I hear your calm sigh Sometimes when men sleepAnd ghosts roam the landDreams awake I feel you nearUpon my arm your gentle hand Sometimes in pain I cry outAlone and spent, a shellThen warmth upon my cheekA taste, a … Continue reading Sometimes
The crisp dew of dusk has long been setWhen the truck's roar tears the street from sleepStepping slow and sodden, I slip awayVoices die and my road lies dark and deep Shiny street signs leave streaky linesAs they fly by my bleary eyesTails trailing far from where they wereLike comets skipping across the sky Windows … Continue reading The Long Drive Home
Further still, into the pagesThen unwritten, now scripted boldThough more revealed, less comprehendedAs along twisted paths I blindly hold Slow but steady the sand has leftFoundations sloped, with hole and crackThe burning rain tears through the treesAnd smears the walls and windows black Like a boat, without a skipperFull throttle, paths uncharted pavesPounded by surge … Continue reading Easter of Nineteen
Behold the risen Savior comes In mercy, splendor and power. Was it for me His blood was shed A hopeless wretch beyond his light? Mankind to save, and captives free He came foretold with joy. But humanity forsaken and my sinful wiles Have forfeited my share of the Son. Angels' joyful voices praise The rising … Continue reading Easter of Seventeen
The Sparkly-Eyed Man 