benevolent

sometimes never enough the mere sound of it tickles against my cheek like a warm flutter of a kiss. this gentleness against my cheek this visceral sense of presence enough for this one more day savor...

what life expects from us

not us from life. have you thought of that? life is not here for us we are here for it. what have you to give? what precisely is the task which life constantly sets before you that is only you it is time to turn the tables on your...

memory

oh God what did you give me that a vision memory would burn so brightly that my eyes would spill and my heart swell to a point where this body cannot contain it? what am i God that You consider me enough to get...

aged

there is an age when we must look at our past not to find where blame lay- the worst after all; this blindness. we must look at our past- see with today eyes so that we do not- oh heaven- grow aged in this...