Divine Cartography

In the space beneath the moving pen Before the lettering is revealed, In the moment between two breaths when One’s destiny is yet to be sealed, There‘s a Word that remains unspoken In the darkness before light is seen: That is where I AM, whole, unbroken, Ever witnessing,...

Golden Bowl

From brokenness comes birth. Dying, we know our worth. Yet we scant our stature, Blind to our true nature. For God in man did build A vessel to be filled — Hollowing out the soul To be His Golden Bowl: In it we see a face — His Image and His Grace....