The prayer for you I said
was how my soul was fed.

The hope that hovers by
helps dry the tears I cry.

The love that my heart keeps
is why my Savior weeps.

His passion, life and death
are why my every breath
should say a prayer for you.

Do you ever see

below the top of me?

All the stares I get
stop on my surface
and they sit,
they never sink below
where I live and
grow,
then they would get to know
me.

Woven with the
thread of time,
our heart and soul
battles our mind,
creating our
autologous quilt
individually
custom built.
Each stitch with care
holds the key
for patterns that
are yet to be.
Textures and colors
blend and contrast
preserving our future,
defining our past.

The Daily

Unless I write
of things born
of the dark,
The Daily
eludes me.
Though pain is real
unless I share
a suffering tale,
showcased
I will not be.
And though I know
not all of life
is true and good
and free,
the longing to
reveal these truths
is a daily
virtuous plea.

A hike on a trail
where rocks and hills
satisfy a seeking spirit
and restless reasoning stills.

This trail beneath
a brilliant winter sun
that circulates
sustenance for the soul
throughout the
eternal blue,
beckons one and all
me and you.

Hail Mary full of grace
hold me in your pure embrace
where love and peace and joy abide
where mercy lives and sin has died.

The beauty of each season
maintains our simple truths,
these simple truths
within us
maintains
the beauty of life.