I leapt before my lungs drew breath, a dance within my mother’s womb, stirred by the nearness of the Coming One, the Word made

In shadows deep a patient lay, Bound tight by death’s unyielding sway, A heart within—corrupt, untrue, Blackened through, as sin will do. Beside

I will start including some of my poetry on this site; here's one I recently wrote, thinking through our current culture.