Alone With every fear filled step of dread Deeper into the darkness now I tread A lonely trail with no end in sight I blindly tread the eternal night...
This Mortal Coil This day I have the peace I prayed for Yesterday’s pleas seemed cold ignored My tears and aching soul cried a sad lament A new dawn...
The latest Inspiration Point gave me an opportunity to rework a piece that had been inspired by a New Testament passage.This time I chose the five senses.
At Arms' End Language is rich with references to ‘hands’ either as a noun or a verb. Many of the most recognisable sayings, quotations and quotations...