Scared, Scarred,  and Sacred

He is a beautiful scared boy.
He has a deeply scarred heart.
The difference in between is Sacred.

His kindness makes angels weep.
His wounds so painful to behold.
The difference in between is Sacred.

Who can be the balm for his scars?
Who can hold him when he is scared?
This mysterious union is Sacred.

A winter musing…

While Winter hangs on a bleak horizon Hope is banking in the wind. Hope always and ever present. Dawn seems still far to the east…but it is coming with the Morning Star…a fine day is clung to and stretched to its utmost limit…
the present, the moment is where I choose to stay…for to gaze too far ahead is to surely bring this moment, this present to an end…