Image: Scott Stulberg I sit and write because it is the way. The words come calling like a ping alerting me of good news. The sound reminds me of the path and to remain there, and then you arrive like the sun illuminating the skin, a full moon in the dark pointing the way. I know the sound of you the way I know magic; … Continue reading Intimacy
I have loved you before time ticked forward into itself. I read the stone carved by the hands of masters chiseling these words. You’ve awakened inside me the other side of the light where it radiates from its moon-space. How vast the brightness of you. How divine do you taste on the tip of my tongue. You are the gospel. I sing your praises that … Continue reading Glory
