Knowledge of Self – A Poem

What if seasonal beginnings where winged metaphors, Like the pink lady is to a kaleidoscope of butterflies, Hovering in the pupae metamorphosis of chrysalis, Where knowledge of self, like emerging Monarchs Take crowned flight from one season to another. Or, like the Andromeda plant, its coat of many colors From stem to branch paint gardensContinue reading “Knowledge of Self – A Poem”

The wilderness of our promise land – A poem

Moon Sun Two things that never fade; though they come and go. Stars Light Two things ‘though sometimes dim; also glow. Faith Truth Two things you already know, are bedrocks to hope for today and for tomorrow. Love, The one thing that revolves around the heart, like the sun and moon to the earth; Love,Continue reading “The wilderness of our promise land – A poem”