The winds of change blow,
full with heavy fragrances:
spring and grace and hope.

The cup warms my hands
and the liquid my heart while
friendship warms my soul.

Insecurities
worm their way inside of me:
chattering madness.

When the spear of God
pierces the heavens above,
all the world is still.

With just a few words,
your whole world can come crashing
down on top of you.

Your name on my lips
is sweeter than honey but
doesn’t last as long.