The Christmas Star
It was winter. The wind blew from the plain. And the infant was cold In the cave in the slope of a hill. The breath of an ox Warmed him. ...
The Christmas Star
When Sue Wears Red
Juke Box Love Song
Dream and Poetry
Hymn To Night
Creation Hymn
Life Is….
So Don’t Trip
The World’s First Face
Resuce The Dead
In the Land of 148,000 No’s Who Are You?
To the River Goddess’
On the truths of the human experience
In a Coltrane Kind of Place Today
On Grasping
For Those of You Who Think Your Life Has No Meaning
Shed a Little Light
Thought For The Day: A Teacher…
Is It Me?
For Those of You Who Think Your Life Has No Meaning