forest in mist, image by Free_Photos, on Pixabay The Flute I search my instrument, stem I long for, difficult to find in the forest,...

Easter Where are the women who mourned, the men who whipped him along the way? Where are the soldiers who divided his clothing among...

Ode to the Holy Spirit As devotee of the divine, I desire to have the Baptist’s eyes, belief a benevolent sky. The Christ rose from the...