Avian Dreams

still life waits in poise shadow & light not taking flight in grace we glimpse God’s face like avian dreams  

Remembrance

  Resting on a crooked smile my heart flutters Conveying a simplicity of being, a transcendence Reminding us of what we already know yet so often fail to recall   In dismembering there is  inevitability a disconnect from our truest self . The source from which all joys flow Like a crystal clear stream ambling…