On May 9th. My Journal Notebook

It has been a long time without my muse. I had been dry and totally without imagination, but chores. It …

ODE

Ode The spacious firmament on high,With all the blue ethereal sky,And spangled heav’ns, a shining frame,Their great original proclaim:Th’ unwearied …

The Church

My heart is yours as my diaries The words I speak and those buried on God’s hands Are gifts, I …