Into the Darkness
Something shifts. I no longer look into the dark as I have no eyes with which to see. Rather, I know the dark is now fading. An explosion of something beyond color, sound, feeling or smell…
The Birds of the Sky
“In their previous lives, poets were bats, and thinkers were owls.” ― Michael Bassey Johnson, Song of a Nature Lover
Another World
Not all angels are what we imagine. Sometimes they come to us in strange ways that test our faith, our understanding of our world and ultimately leave us with an experience that defies words…
