snow rises into trees horse chuffs for dying grasses between us a fence
Monday, July 20, 2009
Burled
my heart is imperfect infected unformed deformed Holy You are I merely holey Living Water flows through me only because I am so broken how can I be Your vessel more hole than whole yet Yours my heart is
I am an award-winning, published poet and lyricist. I currently work with composers Henry Flurry, George Chave, and David Will.
Some of my favorite blogs are:
Faith Talk, Lottery Girl, and
Slowing Down.