Love is Here

Love is here; it is the blood in my veins, my skin.I am destroyed; He has filled me with Passion.His fire has flooded the nerves of my body.Who am I? Just my name; the rest is Him.

For All

Ah to be aliveon a mid-September mornfording a streambarefoot, pants rolled up,holding boots, pack on,sunshine, ice in the shallows,northern rockies.Rustle and shimmer of icy creek watersstones turn underfoot, small and hard as toescold nose drippingsinging...

Lord, Where Shall I Find You?

Lord, where shall I find You? Yourplace is lofty and secret. And whereshall I not find You? The whole earth isfull of Your glory!You are found in man’s innermostheart, yet You fixed earth’s boundaries.You are a strong tower for those whoare near, and the...

I Live Without Living In Me

I live without living in me,and I expect a life so high,that I die because I do not die.I live already beside myselfsince I am dying of love;because I live in Him,who wanted me for Himself:when I gave my heart to HimHe placed this sign in it,that I die because I do...

Rain, Four Poems: Two Selections

1.Light rain doesn’t slick the road;Broken clouds slack, then move again.The foot of racing purple cliffs — black;At the horizon the white birds — bright.The autumn sun casts damp new shadows,On the cold river, old familiar sounds of rain.A brushwood...