If I Were a Bird

I'd spread wings like the majestic eagle to soar high in the sky, where no earthbound being can creep upon the Quietus of my spirit. ~ I'd fly in and out through  the comforting caress of fingertip laced clouds, praying for the fall of a summer's rain to wash away any traces of my passing. [...]

The Storm

It started as a restless breeze  gaining momentum along its path;  awakening the memories of my yesterday, raining down on the sins of my past.   It broke through with a thunderous invocation, inciting waves of fear and reverent pleas, as I knelt to keep from falling, crying, “ father, have mercy on me.”   [...]