Dawn poems of majesty; longings for God— whatever I have written is for Her and Her alone, be I abased, outlawed, dejected by my Self, or...

It is the Season of Rain here again. I dream that you are gone, and the World is weeping. 11/02/2016 Burnaby

Visibly illumined, I have drawn closer unto Thine exalted Court, awaiting long communion in the Dawn with all Thy denizens, and to...

With the Key that is the Word of God been fashioned solely for to open doors, unlock the looming gates of City Walls, those hearts of men...

The dew hangs from the heavy trees, pulling them closer to their Mother, the old Earth of love and roots, soil and Sun. I found her...

Emanating from my Mind is a wonderful World. We are, all of us, dreamers. And what exists has not existed. My illusory hands hold...

May Mercy’s Providence be never slowed or stopped, may it continue to be known, so ice may die into the water’s flood, and fire come to...

Profoundly occupied with other things, I have begun to dream of older you, of ancient places uprooted, anew, the evidence of Merciful...

How old shall I be then? a victor, placed away than, farther on the Isle than my friends, for I shall have lost Eternity by the slip of a...

I have spent seasons readying for rebirth, awaiting change forever in my heart like a bird, warding off destructive tendencies and...