

The cold water took my breath away as it quickly closed in around me. The darkness was everywhere…
Another poem in response to Shawn L. Bird’s Poetic Diversity Project prompt for her Masters class. For March…
a blowing wind swirls endlessly in perfect harmony with the rhythm of our repeated sins an unrelenting rain…
In the wonders of creation, I see His creativity, His magnificence, His might. ~T.J. Highland I see so…