
Mary yearns to see Jesus’ face.
Continue readingThis is the entry-point to heaven.
Continue readingI am the tramp who wanders American backroads
I am the immigrant who seeks asylum but is denied entry
I am the fool who cries at the drug rehab
I am the fortunate son who squanders wealth
I am the bus driver who drives the Greyhound off the cliff
I am the night-storm that terrorizes the Midwest
I am the space-dust that destroys satellites
Continue readingtraveling the dark tunnel
there’s no end up ahead
only pitch-black fear
innocent cries I hear
the virus has destroyed us
but in our weakness
we find strength
Continue readingMore love is always the answer.
Continue readingOn the moon, we start again.
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