A Prodigal Prayer

I am praying for them, not for myself,
What could my faith have possibly earned…

One God, One Love

No matter whom your chosen Lord,
Or what gifts in death be reward,
Whatever path your faith has trod,
What word and face you use for God.

Jesus of Nazareth

All the words followed by rote,
The wonders of most holy night,
Geographically does not denote,
Why your Savior born was white.

Godless

And where you see the world as work of Great hands,
Intrinsic and intertwined Mother Nature,
Seems to move ahead with her own set of plans,
Not needing a higher-powered kind favor.

JaZzArt en València

Faith saved us from the savages that we were, losing faith makes us savages again

Suicide Squeeze

Often Misunderstood

A Struggling Author

My Journey with You

The Poetorium at Starlite

An Open Mic & Poetry Show

Sabrina Escorcio

Poetry and Prose

BLOSSOM READS

Cherish every moment

Rtistic

I speak my heart out.

Harley Reborn

♠️Rip It Up & Start Again♥️

UnderthePhilosotree

Connecting philosophy to the world around us

PoeticBelle by Srishti Mundhra

Dichotomy | Contrast | Life