Inner torment plays his face. He prays that the music will come when he strums the guitar’s strings. The sun plays on his hands, serenades his face,whispers the sounds.
The world exists to remind us to see: the snow chapel in all its brightness— soul’s landscape asleep, forgotten, until bells remembering.
Our Pets Know His Light
The cat and the dog sitting in the snow, admire an amazing singular heavenly glow.Together they form the world’s great halo.
Flake by flake the snow came The village was already asleep. Lights were twinkling softly bathingall in the Lord’s heavenly peace.
From the Manger the Child Gazed
Above the sky in the Bethlehem dark the Father noticed the child in the manger gazing up at his Father’s greatest creation.
No Good God Knows No
God is wise enough to know that there is no god. – At least in the idea of it, it seems good, even grand. – He gives extra credit for the man who thought that up, – knowing that his heart knew loss, and also knew HIM once, – seeing loss as forever negation and…