Poetry

Crossroads ahead Which way do I turn? Each road seems open How do I confirm? Theologically speaking We should trust

Future, oh future Are you finally here? I seek you next week, next month Even next yearI strain to find

With the Divine Dealer My bet is all-in All my eggs in His basket Nowhere else to begin My gifts

'Ouch, God! Please don’t poke me there That hole in my heart hurts Please take care!' "