Neither Ravens... Nor Lilies...

The Shadow is cast...

It is difficult to know the answer...

This poem took 8 years to write...

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We have all wrestled...

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When the ancient sage crossed...

Galilee lays warm upon my heart...

The pause is to reflect...

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Between Two Worlds...

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When Love Becomes a Verb...

In Moment Such as These

Crossing Thresholds...

Never Understood; Never Known...

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If Truth Exists...

Real and Sur-real...

The Hospitality of Mrs. Gillard...

He read Omar Khayyam...

Three days...to devasation...

Not quite soon enough...

A Turning Point

Convoluted, Enigmatic & Obscure...​

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