While hiking on a lonely trail, My goal: another mount to scale, And feeling rather wearisome, I pause in sweet delirium Upon a bridge where blows a gale.
Daily Post
Paper Promises
Upon my dresser sits a bowl With slips of paper filled. They bear a message to my soul, By pen and ink there quilled....
Standing Tall
Fragile yellow bloom stretches toward the sunlight nothing else matters
The Abundant Heart 