When Columbines Cry Jun30 When columbines cry their sorrows, reduced to silvered pearls, slide down emerald cheeks, trace Earth’s veins, disappear beneath quilted soil and sleep until they rise again. Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading...
At the Basilica Feb24 Enter, hearts in need of rest, Tread where ancient feet have trod, Feel the Hallow in thy breast, Find in silence words of God; Let the sanctuary leach Peace into thy weary soul, Solitude, let wisdom teach How love can make of parts, a whole. Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading...