Poetry

I sought the world and all its glories, A life of pleasures and no worries. I did not withhold a single treasure, I took anything I wanted, every pleasure. I was writing my success story, For I lived for fortune and glory. Oh the food and drink, and women galore, ...

Do not depart from me. As I begin this journey. In this lonely hour, As I leave my shire. For whatever is in store Just beyond my door, It terrifies me so. Though I do not know. What terrors lie ahead? Or where I am being led? “Be strong all ...

The Dance begins with thankfulness. Thank You for giving me purpose, For cleansing my stained soul. Thank You for making me whole. Thank You for Your broken body. Thank You for Your grace and mercy. Thank You for Your blessings and gifts, And at this point my hands being to ...

Where do I begin to draw a line To sketch the image of the Divine? Oh what will be my inspiration The spark to my imagination– To add substance to the formation, To add color to my creation? For a blue sash is not sufficient; No, You are too magnificent. ...

I was just a child when she died. Fourteen going on forty. So young, and yet I became so old. My smile was buried in her grave, My laughter turned to stone-cold silence. My happiness, well, I forgot what that was. I didn’t need anything or anybody — Didn’t need? ...