October 28 Island where all becomes clear.Solid ground beneath your feet.The only roads are those that offer access.Bushes bend beneath the weight of proofs. The Tree of Valid Supposition grows herewith branches disentangled since time immemorial. The Tree of Understanding, dazzlingly straight and simple,sprouts by the spring called Now I Get It. The thicker the…
You are the shepherdWho found me wandering in the hills. The soldier who saved meFrom the rabble and crowd.
She tries to writeBut, words won't come.Hundreds of terrible poemsAnd two good ones. This was my first paid poetry. I receive $1 from Quatrain.fish, a website that published one four line poem every day and paid the writers $1.
Our Lady of Mercy is where I hear God's voice.In the laughter of school childrenIn the dancing of the fountainIn the silence of the adoration chapelIn the Pastor's homily Our Lady of Mercy is where I speak with God's love.At the patient's bedsideAt the meeting in the activity hallAt the front of the classroomAt Mass…
From 2008 There's a certain kind of lonelinessThat comes when you're with someonewho will never leave you alone.Who follows you everywhere andclings to you like a respiratorFor the dying. It creeps into your heartAnd makes a bed to sleep in every night.It dances with your other feelingsStepping on toes, discordantRuining every song with its chantFor…
