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Ray (Based on a True Story)

Your name was as it sounded-a candle in the dark,to guide me through the tunnelslifting melodies of larks.Rejected from fine Julliard,you swayed as you played Bach,when they offered you bravadoshould you flourish with the flock.“Alas” they said, “you’re talented,but must step into place”,when they noted that such movementswere preventing you from grace.But you, just like…

Confessions (a poem based on the writings of Saint Augustine)

At the altar of a holy God, the knees of man do quake in silent supplication for a nation at its wake. At the altar of a holy God, the heart repents of pride professing of the blessing by the Spirit that’s its guide. At…

To you who bestow on us knowledge, with the hope that one kernel will hold and pop someday, when we’ve lost our way, why that is a gift of gold. To you who take pleasure in beauty and truth, so that we may parrot your speech growing into our tongue, to gift that which was…