As the soft drops of rain gently kiss your cheek. As the birds find the melody with every word you speak. As summer winds send chills throughout your body with every breath you take. You are so many things my dear but never a mistake. So cherish this day as the present it is. For just like this day you my dear are a gift.

Feeling the wanting need

for revelations;

A drowning desire

opposed to the temptations

that saves us and protects us within its religious and non-vicious,

righteous remindings of home.

Carving, painting, striving against the grain-

that which lies within the wood,

that which calls from within and against us

to let stay misunderstood

these, the mysteries,

the salvations, the psalms

and prophetic verses

which try,

try to guide us,

to divinity.