A simple metaphysics of love is always grounded on the physical. Or does this say that its Heaven after all is an "uncut map" until one sinks one’s teeth into it? Do tell me…:-)

Describes the battle within that is faced with chemical addiction.

I know more about this than I want to know, but sometimes being up early has its rewards.

Father Lessons is a poem about big ideas I learned from my father over the course of my life. This was originally a sermon that I recently put in poem form for a different audience.

While the mystery of life unfolds within the limits of our undestanding, the mystery of death is beyond our contemplation. We can, however, arrive at an indefinite conclusion as to what is in store for the soul beyond the “border crossing.”

I cannot see, nor breathe, nor speak…

The Light at the End of the Tunnel.

Life is not what you have been led to believe it is.