Wilderness and Witness

How long O Lord before you kill these people the things they say and do are so sinful. Deep in the dark they lurk as if to cover up their deep rooted hatred for one another. They keep coming to hear the same things? 'Why," I ask, "when you wont obey these words I utter

By |2021-02-19T06:48:14+00:00January 1st, 2020|Poems|

The Celt’s Friend

The moon shone in a soft glow of silver light as he made his way to the seashore. His little foot caught on a root making him stumble but he knew better than to cry out. The blood trickling down his knee made no impression on his childish face. He had a mission.

By |2021-02-19T05:13:04+00:00November 1st, 2019|Prose|