When the perfume of words become so familiar, why does its freshness wane?
Category Archives: Sketches
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
Sweeter Be: A life sketch on resilience, love and unity.