#poem

Purified: A Poem

Plastic Cup: a Poem

Love Language: A Poem

A Poem

Where They Meet: A Poem

But I look around our world,

and I see our cities’ streets.

And I’m wondering where this God

and this world of ours could meet…

Haunted Houses: A Poem

With Halloween here, I thought I would share some of my reverie, in the form of a poem. When I wrote it, I wasn’t aiming for creepy. When I read it back, I was a little surprised at what I had done.