


An uncomfortable familiarity, hangs heavy above.  Swirling mysteries rise, trapped forever between.          Memories; of what used to…
Love at first sight A beacon across the cold night Two hearts held tight …
out of the dark and into the light we crave the colors  from within the night ~Mark Schutter…
Saturday night thoughts, #poetry style!
I didn’t understand it then, but I understand it now… that pain and hurt is part of life…
As they were leaving Jericho, a large crowd followed Him. And two blind men sitting by the road,…