Praise be to God and Peace be on the chosen. Many beginnings and endings. Truth has never been so clear. Falsehood has never been so ugly. As we face the storm and embrace the cold days ahead, I offer these poems in hopes of healing. Peace


beneath the glow of the greenery
the sun steps down from its throne
crown shines through the leaves
to weave a sweater of warmth
for the children sitting in the lap of mother Earth

the hand that holds the pen
must hold the earth
the seeker of knowledge must grasp the dirt
before grasping the truth
in it is the womb
in it is the tomb
start and finish line combined