Poems of Saint Eule
|41.||Flesh on Bone||7/12/2012|
|44.||Fragrance of the day||6/10/2012|
|48.||Gleaning the Garbage||9/20/2011|
|49.||God is eternal||7/31/2010|
|50.||God makes Stones||10/13/2011|
|53.||Gravity and The Grave||7/25/2011|
|54.||Haiku - shadow compliment||10/16/2010|
|55.||Holy Water for sale||8/28/2011|
|56.||In Decent Exposure||11/26/2011|
|57.||In The Parlor Was A Lamp||1/22/2012|
|58.||Inner peace is all that matters||8/23/2011|
Autumn with Grandpa
It was a cloudy day, my grandson pointed at the sky. He said ' the stars are still there you just cannot see them because of the clouds'.
I held his hand and said ' The stars are like the truth often we cannot see it because of the clouds'.
There is nothing more inspiring than a conversation between a grandfather and a grandson.
When you were born, I cried with joy.
My scrawny little boy.
When you took your first october fall.
I picked you up and brushed off a leaf from your