Circle of Life
Original Poetry

Circle of Life

The hawkscircled closeas a congregation prayingfor a child;wings so close it lookedas if they may havebeen issuing a silent prayer withfingers tightly knit,and my eyes watched as they circledcloser and closerto whatever animal was wounded…

The Magus
Original Poetry

The Magus

At sunset, Father AthanasiusFar from home on his long last quest(For forty years he had followed IgnatiusSpreading the word as he knew best), Came on a mountain pass so hiddenNone of his race its gate…