The Poet lives…

The King rules over the land. The Prophet rules over the sacred words. The priest intercedes between the heavens and the earth. The poet lives in all three and inhabits  them all simultaneously.

Beautiful is Good

  “If it is beautiful it is good”.   Waking to the words of my insightful wife, I saw crimson autumn leaves against an azure sky; beautiful. It was good with my soul.   “If it is good it is beautiful. They are the same” say’s she.   “Beautiful is good, Good is beautiful”, In the Hebrew … More Beautiful is Good

Up until now.

Up Until Now… Up until now I allowed a disconnect between my heart and my head. Up until now I could feel the big ball of emotions; my reactions to others pulsating just outside of my gut. Some feelings I could discern others would flood me there were many and so strong, I could not … More Up until now.

Grief

Grief is love with no place to go, No place but to memory, or regret. Regret of lost opportunities. Grief is love with no place to go, No place but back into what might have been or to perhaps. Perhaps grief finds a home, A home in the hope of forever after.