They talk of footprints
Along the winter sand
Those obscure hints
Of God’s guiding hands
When we’re struggling
We believe God is hiding
It feels so puzzling
When our life is backsliding
Obscure Hints (a poem)
short poetry
Tiny Speck in the Mountains (a poem)
Waves of mountains in distance – stop to take a look
Pastel pink, blue, and yellow – looks like a painting
I feel small amid grandness – tiny speck out here
The journey is not done yet – it has just begun
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Interstellar Dreams (a poem)
Interstellar dreams
Are with me all the time
Strange planets that always seem
So peaceful and sublime
Interstellar dreams
Without gravity or remorse
Making love to cosmic queens
The vision always distorts
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Liminal Spaces (a poem)
What is this enchanted place?
You look as though you’re my killer
But no, you’re the savior of those
Lost to tendrils of dark philosophy
When I saw imprints of the Psalms
Tattooed on your grizzled face,
I knew straight away you’d save
Me from this god-forsaken place
