Poetry

Observing The Same Cratered Moon

I see in the mirror a bizarre broken half, bizarrely split in smooth, silk glass We reflect a touch yet deflect the spell wishing to break us from our personal Hell For if Heaven sent a beauty to be in mind and spirit to set us free We should rejoice, welcome chance, live for the… Continue reading Observing The Same Cratered Moon

Poetry

God Doesn’t Remember

What is the night sky but an amount of empty space of which we can speak while never truly grasping? And if everything has a companion opposite, then is it not logical that an opposite of this dark infinite space exists as a vast universe of light? And how do we describe God if not… Continue reading God Doesn’t Remember