[tabby title="Poem"] A Rabbi, once heardIs quoted, “Every blade of grass has its own angel…” Surely the Watchmaker engravesHis signature,leaves His markupon His creation. Jesus told His followersto consider the lilies… To look at the birds of the air… To...
[tabby title="Poem"] When the Old OrderHas passed away,Given wayUnto the New,We will stand beforeThose pearly gatesAnd we will enter through… We will walk upon streets of gold,Shining with future elegance,In the Tomorrow City,The Bride and Groom will dance. No more...
[tabby title="Poem"] Where will I standat the Dawn of Disclosure?Where will I standOn that day when the curtainis pulled back? Will I find myself on the rightor in the wrong? If the breath in my lungshas been breathed by Godand...
[tabby title="Poem"] Like a modern day BabylonInto the virtual vortex we go… Down, into the dark,Down every rabbit hole… Come and spend an hour,two or maybe three,Come little rabbit,swallowed bya digital reality… Here you can be whatever,Whoever you would like...
[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I’ve played the organ at many funerals. I have seen how death often makes us forget,Replacing memories with better ones,Sometimes made up ones,In an effort to preserve the dignity of the dead… My reverence for GodIs very...