I say to you: do not pull up the weeds. If you begin, it is a lifelong taskAs with each stem and bud you find

Reading Life through the Greatest of Books
I say to you: do not pull up the weeds. If you begin, it is a lifelong taskAs with each stem and bud you find
Teach me, Lord, to number my daysInstead of counting sheep: To live as faithfully for the oneAs for the ninety-nine.May it be as I lay
Plowing the streets was necessary,But it leaves me, though safer, sad.In that unblemished blanket from heaven’s stores,I saw for the first time, at last,The gleaming,
People just keep goingAround, across, Any way they can.Directionless,They do not notice the manWho motionless,Waits. They step over me, Their limbs stretching usefullyEven as they
As so often happens, life took priority over poetry. Indeed, I fear this is one of the reasons I am not destined to be the