
Faith
Faith is the root that dreams to know The rose concealed in winter’s snow, The dawn in twilight’s fading glow, The stillness in the river’s flow. Beauty ‘above’ it sees ‘below’, Radiance only the Heart can show....
Faith is the root that dreams to know The rose concealed in winter’s snow, The dawn in twilight’s fading glow, The stillness in the river’s flow. Beauty ‘above’ it sees ‘below’, Radiance only the Heart can show....
A dove descended from on high, I felt her feathers flutter nigh. She made her nest in me, so I Embraced this angel of the sky. All true lovers share wings to fly, And soar when to their ‘self’ they die. Part of a series of poems on the theological...
Hope is a blossom on faith’s tree, Which beauty forms for love to see. Its holy root lives deep in me, The hidden ground of dignity. So, cling to it, let all else be — Its sap gives life to make us free. Part of a series of poems on...