Within my skull a stranger roams Away across the cobblestones So long upon the weary way So long in homeward coming One more bend my heart recalls ‘Til wistful gaze discern the walls of home Oh the sweet sight of home! An end for all my roving See it now? The open door— My barefoot … Continue reading Homecoming
We are, on earth, the stranger minds The pensive, solitary kinds We are the eyes that gaze and pine We are the moments lost in time The silent star, the restless wave We are the souls we longed to save We are the hands that pierced our hearts And tossed away their bleeding parts At … Continue reading We Are
Today’s poem is one of my early experiments with free verse. Like many of my poems, it was born out of a painful experience that tested and refined my faith in the face of heartbreak. In my metaphor, faith is the cord that grows stronger when you cannot see ahead. Continue reading In Your Hand
The Longest Road 