The Roots of Compassion

What is your earliest memory of feeling compassion? A question another writer asked at the end of her post on social media. I told her I needed to ponder. This question sent me into a tailspin, whirling fast to a time and place I myself do not remember but was described to me, more than … Continue reading The Roots of Compassion

Our God, The Sea: A Poem

Drowning in a disillusion sea Insecurity whines “poor me” Merlot flows, numbing the ocean Bitter waves engulf me Rescue sails by Rock, rock A rhythm With a tail-ripple Wraps my soul I resist I know not this Moon hushes Night is still Beckoning to … Suspend Self Float atop of Me, I AM’s sweeping spiritual sea … Continue reading Our God, The Sea: A Poem