That good gardener, who wept thorns plowing his fields - harvests grace with joy.

Hope drowned in shadows emerges fiercely splendid–– boldly angelic.

Writing for me is a form of spiritual discipline and creative vision, a means of being in the world and giving one's love to it without compromise or dilution.

September 11, 2001: Citizens of the U.S., besieged by terror’s sting, rose up, weeping glory, as if on eagles’ wings.--from the poem Angel of Remembrance: Candles for September 11, 2001

Love is our most unifying and empowering common spiritual denominator. The more we ignore its potential to bring greater balance and deeper meaning to human existence, the more likely we are to continue to define history as one long inglorious record of man’s inhumanity to man.

Learning to cultivate an awareness of the known and unknown within one's being often leads to a healthier and more realistic sense of self.

What hell condemned, let heaven now heal.