I sit here with “Vincent,” a song I caught for my head. Admiring God’s fisherman, yet now both are dead. I anxiously worry about reasons to fight, His peaceful words haunt: “everything will be alright.” Calmly. My left hand finds the contour of the stars, Collecting loose pages of notes and bars. In … More Painter of the Bridge (Formerly RHB).
Remember my friend, As the Inventor inscribes a Manual, And every building has a Code, So our lives must have Instructions Written by One greater than our own. For the building tremebles at its roots And the bridges bend under our star, Yet the Architect knows their adversity and pain. In your hurt, remember my … More Remembrance
Those who are closest to me know I am enthusiastic, to a degree, about birds . . . well more so their personal imagery. Winter Cardinals – family and friends in the midst of diificulty. Woodpeckers – something heard but not seen. Blue Jays – waiting, provision, and acknowledgement. The first day we … More Centennial Blue Jays