Tags » Matthew 18:3

Like a Child

Everything’s divine
when the tree of the knowledge
of good and of evil
has yet to bloom.

Innocence looks like an alien
thing unidentified.
What could it be? 74 more words

Awareness

They call me a man, and among them, yes I am.

But that is not the sum of my name.

For there are those who were, long before I was, 105 more words

Poetry