Poetry.

A poem I wrote after I read how people get sainthood.

Who knows when?

We speak of a heaven
After we are gone,
Or a hell of damnation
Second to none …..

Love requires patience.

What big brothers do for little sisters.

Real sense of god.

Plan on being dug up out of the ground.

A long walk into the depths of hell…

The beginning of the tale/time/atomic.

Now, it’s up to you to break it down…