Friday, October 19, 2012



Life so hot
beyond reproach it seems
beyond extremes
so fierce it slips
and magical it dreams to wit
my life so sweet to grasp
whatever means to sharpen tongue
like drooling doth my scheme undone
oh soul so soft to hold us dear
what passion still seeps deep in blood
a touch that screams
no fear in deed....
 our lord



What rests my soul apart from love
Just knowing more and more?
How safe I am ?
How sure?
How still I can become?
What gentle sounding trees?
Escaping storms and pain?
The warmth of tender song? no…
No …nothing rests my soul but love