Pilate said to Him, “What is truth?”Â
~John 18:38
Mom – Where do I start? Well let me explain, no, there is too much let me sum…
Silent equine screams Hoofprints gallop through my dreams Loud thunder it seems ~Mark Schutter ©2015 My first foray…
My reflection, softly floats on the surface of mirrored glass, staring back at me. It only takes, a…
Its high noon. Sun blazing. You awake in a field and birds are pecking your skin… an erratic…
Watched from afar by loving eyes of grace. Angels stand silently at attention holding space. Ragged breaths float…