Stu Harley

Stu Harley Jan 25

the melodic sound of rain
running through
the red cobblestones of Spain
while singing underneath
my red umbrella

Stu Harley Jan 25

what
swallowed
me
up whole
are
the
gargantuan owl eyes of
the
enchanted mirror
in
the
blink of an eye

Stu Harley Jan 25

when
we
stop telling the truth
i said
it
is time
to
go to our graves
thus
to
dwell among the dead

Stu Harley Jan 24

lord
here i am
in
this
quiet place
to
breathe the air
to
receive your grace
all by myself

Stu Harley Jan 24

oh lord
you
have made me a vessel
with
a soul
full of gold
and
oh
what treasure
to
be fill
with
the
holy ghost
that
only you can measure

Stu Harley Jan 24

with
the
Old Testament Bible
gently resting on
the
kitchen table
when
this
is
my daily bread

Stu Harley Jan 23

when
cracks in the soul
thus
we
let
in
more light
to
share with this world
the
fresh glow of the mountains