Hi.

Glad you're here. I write from a faith-based perspective about creativity, work, family, and what not.

Words, Unfolding

You lay them before me
True and hard
I see through broken glass
Clear mysteries, divinely applied to my soul
I read them and pray them
Sometimes I tritely say them
But they always emit transcendent light
I am small, seeing light through a keyhole
Beyond lies a bright and glorious room

Playing the Whore

Glorious Terror