Poetry of the Psalms: 51
I ask The Infinite to grant me the grace of unfailing love, Unlimited compassion washes away my transgressions, Cleanses me of my guilt, Purifies me of my error...…
Same old tune
I sense something is coming, a message arrives while I am alone in my prison suddenly I realize I was not alone, there is another of me, I see my prison is a protective fortress I string together the connections, tracing back to from where we came, I search across…
insecure attachment
my path is narrow but it's winding my direction is clear but my destination is elusive I have a home but I feel that I don't fit and when I look for another place I get lost and wander back I used to believe we all…
13 Steps on the Narrow Path
Multiple people who I respect greatly have told me how powerful it has been to be involved in 12-step programs...…