Voice

Poems from the valley.

Dreams of Abandonment
One year ago tonight
Under the fullest harvest moon
He Has Risen
Early on the day after Sabbath,
two women approached the silent tomb
Crucified
He carried his cross
just beyond the city walls
to a place called Calvary
Artist Above, Artist Below
When would the artists, raise their voice.
I wondered. I cried out. In silence.