Printless Sand

What would prompt me if not a photo? Where would I go if I had but one tomorrow?   Of the flames lit inside of me, which is the one that fuels naturally?   If the slate were blank and the mind cleaned, what colors would rise to the surface to bleed?   If the … Continue reading Printless Sand

The Lines in My Lenses

The lines in my lenses connect bodies and souls,  lead to the unknown beyond the path, perhaps to home.   The lines in my lenses I follow up to remind me of my humility, to thank the Lord above.   The lines in my lenses lead me to be grateful, draw me in to the … Continue reading The Lines in My Lenses