Soulscape
Original Poetry

Soulscape

I discover my woundedness. I sit and go into it. The body and its language, landscape, soulscape, heart resounding. There harmony restores with time; let time be my friend. Let the light fill the gaps,…

Your Voice
Original Poetry

Your Voice

I thought I heard a whisper in the wind,Your voice calling – “Come to me again.”“My beautiful child” –you saidMy thirsting soul, my hungry heart you fed.I walked a path to Calvary Hill,You hung from…