Hall of penitants

To you I raise my plea,

Hear my call, and set me free.

Your presence, I humbly implore,

Illuminate the path that lies before.

Grant me strength to rise from the abyss,

And return to you in eternal peace.

Hear my plea! my humble cry,

Lead me back to your realm up high.

With every step, I'll follow your lead,

From a lost soul to a spirit freed.

Times of Old - Poem

I wish I was born in the times of Old, Where the tales of Gods were the histories told. Were bodies were of st...

Angels - Poems

I stay in caves and trees etched in rocks and leavesAs the rhythm in the rain And the endurance in painAs ba...

Poems to the Divine Mother

Leaves whispered a soundI looked behind, felt you were around. Were you in the waters? cool and deep,Or do you l...

On most Sunday evenings I prepare for the upcoming, super busy Monday. My experience yesterday was different; it was beautiful. We drove-out in the golden sunlight to a nearby hill, which has a small but lovely waterfall. After settling down on nearby rocks around the gurgling cascade, we touched the water, it was so cool.