Sometimes to write of love, tender feelings, longing and desire. But is that love? Sometimes sweet but often bitter. Or is it passion, a battle fought, a war of attrition? Love? Is it surrender or victory complete or mutual annihilation? Does love possess the soul or auction the heart? Is there fair exchange? It is torment and exhilaration, being one, becoming fractured. The pieces of the puzzle, none that fit but all in...
It was a deliverance, A redemption, And she was liberatedAt last, At long last,From servitude to the god of despondency. Her eyes,It was her eyes that he acceptedAs a mirror of her soulAnd accepted the difficultBut charitableChore of responsibilityFor a soulAlmostLostIn the dark shadows of slaveryTo her only knowing,Her world,Her life. He would tryTo take her hand,For guidance,Towards the bearings of a path toFreedom,To a...
I see a tragedy before me. I see the result of injustice and bigotry. I see a woman who had the heavy weight of sin placed on her shoulders, a sin considered so great there could be no forgiveness.How could this young woman ever hope to carry such a burden? There was no soul on earth willing to help her, no one to turn to except her God in heaven.So she went to meet with her God, to let him be her judge and salvation. She...
