​God Calls Me Silly Girl

Sometimes my thoughts weaves an intricate picture. I imagine myself seated at a park or bank of a placid lake. I don’t seat alone; he’s with me. I see me, much smaller, leaning on His shoulder and we’re talking.  I appear to be about five or six years, looking very much like his child, at…

DELECTATION

I like the sound of happiness Of merry-making and gladness If joy was bottled up for sale There’s no mountain I wouldn’t scale I’ll get a million or much more To bathe all who live in sadness core If ecstasy was banned for life Like a criminal it’ll be my knife In hiding I’ll search…