Poetry Blog



To See Without a Clouded Lens
Is to Offer
A Thundering Waterfall
Of Ancient Tears
A Path to the Sea
To Become a Glistening Momentum
Of Power and Depth
Pressing into Kinship
With the Great Mystery



Seeds Resting
In Divine Protection
Within Trust of Momentum
Awaiting Delivery
Into Power and Beauty
In Right Timing



Love Stalked Me
Penetration Seeking My Darkest Spheres
Cracking the Structures of Fear
Painstakingly Built to Survive.
Breath Doesn’t Flow Here.
Pupils Contract, Holding Secrets.
Ears Closed to the Pain.
Soul Safely Entombed.
No Slow Peeling Away Here.
Rather, a Spring in the Heart
Bursting, Spilling Forth
Seeds of Love
Into Unnamed Sorrow,
Blossoming Now
Inside and Out.

Paraclete Ring

This Ring Is
A Holy Vessel, arranging its own birth.
Quickening hidden knowledge
Setting in Motion
Destiny’s Promise.

I was fortunate to meet Richard Morrow and was inspired by his creation of this ring.

Richard Morrow




Take up
Your Creativity
Your Soul
Your Knowing
Your Original Nature
You are Irreplaceable