A youth was shot dead by a policeman in cold blood Other youths raged! Demanding for justice! The street stood still for its fallen hero Tears flowed freely Sadly Followed by a candlelit procession led by over a thousand youths  

In this time of COVID-19, Loneliness creeps in to the farthest recesses making it difficult, if not impossible to stay connected to stay positive to remain part of something bigger. Not often am I concerned about having control allowing the natural course of things Social…

Light a match and the light shows no shadow. Be a light to yourself even when the world does not see it. Light needs contrast and dark needs light. Both are not negative or positive, nor are they one in the same. Shadow gives light…

Because it’s probably very dark out right now for most of the participants, the prompt for this hour is to write a poem involving light of any kind, from the sun, to a lamp to a candle.

She lifts me with her laugh leaving me longing for more ways to bring her joy We join in song, voices dancing like dolphins dipping across crested waves Her heart holds a capacity for caring and kindness akin to tales of saints Her eyes are…

No pleasant dreams, says I it seems a nightmare’s more of what’s in store with heaving lungs and paling tongues I cannot promise you good rest your sleep will haunt you horror’s best no breath, you fear this most of all ne’er reaching rail before…

There is nothing in this world that is beyond me. I am the son of a billionaire dad And as the heir to his empire, the world eats from the palm of my hand   There is nothing in this world that is above me…

I turn into myself. I turn into you. Together we’re telling a new kind of truth. We’re stronger together than we’ve been on our own. And the best part is that we are never alone.

That Siphonophore Apolemia looks like a wall pulled down from a saloon to make room for the sea urchin school – they don’t have recess, but they swim in algebraic equations. A scientist told me that. That Siphonophore Apolemia shook itself loose from a candelabra…

No eye has seen, no ear has heard what God is truly made of. But when we stop, look and listen He’ll explain to us His love.   Oh He’ll reveal the hidden things when you begin to pray. He’ll reveal what you need to…