A Poem: Good

Whatever fills our soul God gives us that. He is pouring wine into cups. We are to just hold ours out. He causes the sun to rise on all. The earth is ours and all that’s good. And as my skin responds to the warmth of a late winters morning, I see dew still on … More A Poem: Good

A Poem: Eden

Oh Lord you are too Holy. How do we become clean? Not by our own efforts do you assure me, but by immersing ourselves into the holy stream. Oh holy stream, wash over my stains. So that when my God looks at me he sees not the dirt of my hands; not my sullied self … More A Poem: Eden