Is there a month better For walking than this? When the wind starts to blow, And the sun starts to kiss The mud into dirt And the dirt into grass, While the forgotten Winter Tries hard to last By clinging to trees And forbidding their leaves From sprouting just yet,
This little fool is learning to love With a heart that refuses to be broken. And this little fool recalls a love Overwhelming- and by the same token She wants to love and share the feeling She can’t even describe. All she knows is that this love Makes her
"Are you for us or our enemies?" Asked the man fallen down on his face. "Neither," Replied the armed one; "Welcome to the holy place. Remove your shoes and stand, For the Commander of the army of God Is here with a message to give
Thrown into a field I Kick about in blood and dirt And everyone who passed me by Scorned me, left me lost and hurt. And no one had kindness enough To take me out, call me their own. The field was dark, and coarse and rough, And so I languished
I think, in the morning, After I open my eyes, I feel inside A certain surprise That the sunlight has brought As it climbs the sky A whole new world, And I don't know why. To have slept and dreamed And have been immersed In obscure, pale dreams,