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....

Proof: A Sonnet

Even though we don’t at once see it, There’s dust floating somewhere in the air. We know, when it gathers on ledges Or makes an appearance, it is there. Isn’t that somewhat like God, I ask, Invisibly present in our lives? Yet skeptics and atheists demur, Denying...