Every day, my poems grow shorter
...Every day, my poems grow shorter:
Little fires for the one who was lost in a strange land.
And I awaken from dreams drowned in twilight's light,
Seeking hidden roots in the fractured soil of memor...
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Categories:
herbarium, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
Flourishing Gardens
...Tended with diligent care and toiling
Prayed for against pest attack so severe
Being nurtured by God’s bountiful grace
Our church gardens* are flourishing indeed.
Abundant green and l...
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Categories:
herbarium, blessing, christian, creation, garden,
Form: Blank verse