Poetry
I may speak in the tongues of men, even angels; but if I lack love, I have become merely blaring brass or a cymbal clanging. 1 Corinthians 13:1
You
You ... and only you … see the breadth, height, and depth of me.
read moreImagine
In the stillness my imagination takes me away . . . to the ocean where I hear the calm assurance of the rhythmic waves gently breaking and feel the salty mist on my face.
read moreAll Creatures
"All things bright and beautiful . . ."
read moreDusty Feet
As she kneels, heart in anguish, her whole being is enveloped within His tranquil soul.
read moreSacred Holiness
in you I live, move, and have my being . . .
read moreEver Never
Until now never have I ever, known such love; and without it, never do I ever want to live . . .
read moreI Am
Being who I am meant to be . . .
read moreThe Way
Oh that I could be there . . .
read moreOnce
the beauty of a rose . . .
read moreYou
You ... and only you … see the breadth, height, and depth of me.
read moreImagine
In the stillness my imagination takes me away . . . to the ocean where I hear the calm assurance of the rhythmic waves gently breaking and feel the salty mist on my face.
read moreAll Creatures
"All things bright and beautiful . . ."
read moreDusty Feet
As she kneels, heart in anguish, her whole being is enveloped within His tranquil soul.
read moreSacred Holiness
in you I live, move, and have my being . . .
read moreEver Never
Until now never have I ever, known such love; and without it, never do I ever want to live . . .
read moreI Am
Being who I am meant to be . . .
read moreThe Way
Oh that I could be there . . .
read moreOnce
the beauty of a rose . . .
read moreTaylor
Dear
Bright Gentle Insightful Spontaneous....
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