
A new testament
The hand of God drifting through
Buds become blossoms
poetry, prose, and photography

A new testament
The hand of God drifting through
Buds become blossoms

Springtime manifests
Facing down Seattle’s rain
Soon the blossoms fade
Circumstances speak
As I lay within my bed
Seeing life’s beauty

Upon the spring breeze
Birds dancing gracefully skyward
The sunlit swallow

Perhaps they prefer
Victims to remain Faceless
I’m resisting such

Violence glorified?
I’m seeking the path forward
Away from despair