Unbroken spirits
Midst the heavens roar
On gilded wings they soar
Through the valley’s deep
Over stones they leap
Unbroken spirits
~Mark Schutter ©2016
~Mark Schutter ©2016
I see you crying and, my heart hurts for you. May your tears be few. The pain you…
I have not fallen, for that would be too easy. To blame someone or something else. However, I…
Squandered solitude A fortnight sky of deep blue Covers the night ~Mark Schutter ©2015
To paraphrase Soren Kierkegaard, life must be lived forward but can only be understood backwards. Thus, does it…
Lost, in between the moments of here and now. My thoughts, are heavy with indecision burdened by doubts….
 Sometimes the scars are angry. Sometimes they scream. Sometimes the scars will bleed. Sometimes they whisper. Sometimes the…