March 2021


no king is savedby having tall armiesno mighty manby great strength or the powerof a hundred horses you throw bright starsmaking patterns in heavenwhile angels laughand we play with creation,rejoice in your glory

Safe place

Hills stretch away into the beckoning distanceharsh and unknownintriguing and shapely I wander among themlooking for steep paths,that precise point where land gives wayreluctantly to sky touching the forgiving rocksthat beckon to me I am seduced, gone astray:I feel the…

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