From the Anthology
Writing from the Unhoused
For a long time I wandered around this yard of mine.
Exploring to see all that I could ever imagine the great big
world could be for all those like me but at this time it’s just
for me. When your small, you mainly think of only you and
that’s your level of understanding and for most this is the
truth nothing less than our individual level of understanding
beneath something that is larger than we, example to be
given is something as ancient and wise, the melancholy of
enchanting skies but also the grass, the ground, its shadows
hide nothing around that can’t be found trumpeting sound
the glory of life and we all love its sound. It’s the taste of
smiles overpowering frowns that joy be good and the lives
we cross to know that we enjoy being alive. That’s the cross
of faith that brings forth our inner light.
