Where There Is Ruin, There Is Hope

Poems Reach Up Like Spindrift And The Edge Of Driftwood Along The Beach, Wanting! They Derive From A Slow And Powerful Root That We Can’t See. Stop The Words Now. Open The Window In The Center Of Your Chest, And Let The Spirits Fly In And Out.

Once The Seed Of Faith Takes Root, It Cannot Be Blown Away, Even By The Strongest Wind - Now That’s A Blessing.

Wash The Dust From Your Soul And Heart With Wisdom's Water.

Rise Up Nimbly And Go On Your Strange Journey To The Ocean Of Meanings.... Leave And Don't Look Away From The Sun As You Go, In Whose Light You're Sometimes Crescent, Sometimes Full.

Don't Dismiss The Heart, Even If It's Filled With Sorrow. God's Treasures Are Buried In Broken Hearts.