Joy in It

My heart is delighted to know that He who lives Above understands me and knows my thoughts. I smile as HIS words come to light The essence of that book; the Bible How can I ever survive without studying it? It is a teacher and a guide, A comfort and shelter, It bears peace and…

Poems on the Underground

Literally this is a poem on the Underground Sitting, tired from learning about access control policies and the long day of serving the government indirectly; on the green line to a place called home Adjacent to me is a red suitcase, the owner with a newspaper in hand, there are those with headsets over their…