The ruins of time and the ravages of state, The dulling of blades and the dimming of plate Foreshadow the inexorable fate Of those of us walking around. Disillusionment dances and deftly romances Those with ideals and resolve. Whilst hope seems dated and is roughly sedated By those… Continue reading 2nd Law
Render-rent stem from which scent erupted, Parallels my soul, corrupted, Whose save-soul beauty is God-granted fragrance, And it is the essence Of a spirit-sigh released from sin's groping roots. © 2019 by H.C. Morris
I found these verses tucked into a small journal that I kept as a new mother. I vividly remember creeping into our son’s room at first light, to ensure he was still breathing. I wanted to know what he was thinking, what was he dreaming? When our son was born, a riptide of feelings welled… Continue reading Did You Dream?