Sometimes it only my own voice I can hear.

Center of Stillness.

Crystal wine may evaporate
and turn into drunken clouds
leaving the coarse lees behind;

Born and raised by the streets in my life.

God’s light is within us, all we have to do is look…

What am I, who am I?
Just step down into my heart.

A short and brief poem about being human..

Like in the Songs of Solomon, we all long for love…

Poem.

We Must Believe in God.