A. C . M.
Biography of A. C . M.
I'm going to move to Sundays
letting the Word church me for awhile. I'll keep posting
and regardless of what I think, you think, I think you think, you think I think
or if you stop thinking here altogether
cause I do believe it's part of evolving as a person.
A. C . M. Poems
Sometimes, It's A Fantastical Moment
A sudden awareness and everything makes sense scary and wonderful and I make a choice of faith
Sometimes The World Is Not Poetic
Of course knowing one hill over may be in rhyme and it's not to say
In Vivo (1/3)
Spring is here again We all wait for the first blades to come to light while regrets are the worms that squirm through the soil until Heaven does give its Dew, and the robins tug them away.
Fill the forest Stretch like the coming turtle dove That glides above the crocus in blossom And breathes the cherry trees in bloom
castled, stolen harp dark stones are flooded with song high spirits sleep,
Son Of Zebedee
Upon A Chinook
The Close Call Of A Rescue Fish
Little Betta fish for the simple life, you wish a tank bigger than a cup plants, and tunnels (and such)
A Tuesday Conversation
I usually sneeze by twos or threes the day has just begun...
For The Love Of God
There once was a day with a storm the cloulds above in swarm a step came in reliable the soul I found was dryable
A Present Pheasant, I Know
The autumn storm will visit the pheasant, a battle of will as the wind and rain beat against each-other winded flair the pheasant endures
Proverbs 17: 1
There will always be
overcoming with the help of God'
though the fortresses may change
Only his presence unites
the glorious place where one enters
dwells fondest in his heart