Hidden from the view
Laid down within a white shell of spiral
Commenced
a new chapter of life
Looked at the burning sun
Through these tiniest pores
Looks were a call through the oceans
Fishes were invited by the shell
To narrate each party evening
Of the little white pearls
In quiet dark, in silence.

The process of life
is like knitting fabric-
A slow, tiresome art,
calling for a lot of patience.

There are ups,
there are downs,
encountered by twists and turns—
and eventually,
in the midst,
tight knots.

But that is what sews it up!

In this course,
none are left in abeyance.

Every thread is distinguished,
with its own sole purpose
in making "living" whole.

Even one plucked out—
and the garment entirely unfolds.

All of us are strands of yarn,
crafted by the hands of God
bound together by the cosmos,
to make one beautiful piece:
Life.

Wash your hair
Pretend to care
Sit and stare
That feelings there

The is so much pain,
in this world of ours.
So many broken things,
broken dreams,
broken homes,
broken hearts,
broken people.

I am here—
with bedtime stories
lullabies
and a safe presence
to chase your nightmares away

I don't speak in grand gestures—
just turn pages with soft hands
sing tunes the stars might remember
and tuck your fear beneath warm sheets

When shadows creep up the wall
I stay—
not to fight them
but to show they can't stay long
and must go
as the night listens

You sleep—
and I remain
telling every dark thing
not tonight—
not ever.

When you fly high
The fall is hard

grey sky welcome
a downpour hoped for

a little excitement
on the rain scale

an old friend
not seen in awhile

Would you notice,
if the sky turned black?
Would you notice,
If all the trees cracked?

Would you notice,
If the rivers ran dry?
Would you notice,
If the lakes began to cry?

Would you notice,
if the sun was gone?
Would you notice,
if the days ran too long?

Would you notice,
if I left this place?
Would you notice,
if you stopped seeing my face?