


I posted the poem below in black text yesterday morning in a flurry of free-writing in the midst…
my fears, my doubts, my unbelief, my lack, my ingratitude, my failures, my blindness, my hurts, my needs,…
corridors of green through a forest of pines each tree seldom seen ~Mark Schutter ©2015 This is the…
We search, we seek to find. What do we desire? To fill our heart’s empty place, with the…