There’s something about a waterfall
cascading down smoothly and freely,
as if flowing out of my very own soul.
Is it one of Nature’s therapies?

The setting sun marks the near-end of day – - -

Reminiscing the past.

A Poem on Transubstantiation and the Holy Eucharist.

Glittering on the hands
Spread heavenwards…
In a symbol of
Perfect Communion!

A poem.

Romantic Poetry.

Life on the edge…

Walking the streets of gold with my Lord and Savior.

Have you ever wondered what many people cry about in their hearts?.A look into the heart of many men will reveal what they cry about.