Thursday, September 8, 2011

Untitled (Fragment)

Cathedral Spire, ever green
Over tawny wheat bow'd in death
The end of summer
Signals of harvest
Evergreen deciduous pointing heavens
Full of open blue smiling
The wheat worships
The very rocks sing to Him
Conduits of praise

Ok, Ben, you asked for more. It's not exactly ready, but there you go. :-) I'll have to rustle up some of my short story/pieces.


  1. full of open blue smiling - adore that.

  2. Ben: You are very welcome
    Shauna: Thank you for the kind words.


Dialogue with me...