The Window Hangs a Scene

The window hangs a scene, Where patient trees in frame, Stand silhouettes of green In oil we’ve yet to name.   The vision breathes in flight, As birds with every stroke, Caress the morning bright While heavy pens are woke.   The window hangs a scene, More lovely to be sure, Than Turner’s finest dreamRead more

A Prayer

I am not an orphan Nameless with no home. I am not deserted Abandoned, lost, alone. I am not forgotten Misplaced and overlooked. I am not some missing link A theory bound and booked. For I have a Father And he shows me how To be who he has made me Today, right here, rightRead more