When the life we trust abandons us, where shall we go?
Author Archives: Craig Roberts
When the perfume of words become so familiar, why does its freshness wane?
The weave of God in our being.
Wisdom’s love for stranger and neigbour
You birthed hope, unveiled his mind /
his spiritual womb reignited…
A frost sweetens the parsnip/ transformed to survive the cold…
……Is sorrow to be cherished like a winter flower / love purified by the fruit of heartbreak?…
…her beauty to love without love’s return,/
whispers Psalms into the grave of his mind…
Let It Be: A caterpillar has no thought /to leap off some leaf. Yet….
Sometimes: Sometimes she was a fluttering moth
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