His Handiwork

He who paints these flower petals is my God who designed my eyes, hazel-ish green and yellow around the pupil, though hard to be seen I know it's there Evidence my Father in heaven cares He who lushes lilacs with aroma is my God who embedded in my being pheromones, my own unique body odor … Continue reading His Handiwork

Museum or Faith?

Such ground of holy Of those who know Him The Lamb of God, the Son of Man Removing my sneakers A chameleon in the crowd Though I stretch, I cannot see what is shroud Is it a tomb? Recreated with a giant stone? Wishing I was taller My desire for higher Knowledge pushes me toward … Continue reading Museum or Faith?