To The Man Who Has My Heart (On the occasion of your 40th birthday) by Cynthia English To the man who has my heart Who long ago – or was it only yesterday Took my hand – and my heart And intertwined them with his own The warmth of held hands – and hearts Illuminate […]

In the stillness of a Saturday afternoon, I ponder What became of the stranger briefly shown Reality stopped upon our eyes meeting And I’ve never felt more known A single moment fleeting Breath held, sudden silence And for a moment I considered My future – exposed in brief brilliance A rush of movement There I […]

Most souls these days Exist in delirium A fog of zeal So sure of our own perspectives Right is right And everything else is wrong God must laugh Or cry At our arrogance We see what we want to see From inside the cave And shut out any inkling of doubt Blinded by righteous certainty […]

The narrow dirt path cuts its way thru the dense overgrowth Winding thru an insurgency of weeds all competing for turf She walks placidly on what remains of the path Destined for its’ inevitable return to nature A younger girl traversed this trail a summer afore Unknowing what the future meant By a farewell kiss […]

I took a walk with God today Down the paths And through the fields Laid out before me I had no agenda or time limit We just walked And talked And I wondered my wonderings aloud And God listened The feel of the grass Beneath my hands As a sat looking up At the blue […]