Where Are You?

What do I know? What do I think? Could all of this end? Within a short blink?   What does it mean? What purpose is served? These thoughts all torment me My mind, it’s unnerved   God, let me know My question is fair Is all of this worth it, This worship, this prayer?   … More Where Are You?

How I Write

The hours late I close the gate My shutters, clasp and lock   I ring the bell Fill my inkwell And glance, toward the clock   An evening chill It greets my quill As letters join, to words   The only sound Which can be found Is chirping, of the birds   My thoughts now … More How I Write