Crushed Boxes

“While the king was at his table, My perfume gave forth its fragrance” (Song of Solomon 1:12). My father retired from a box company years ago. He did maintenance there, and now my brother has the same position. They make corrugated paper. Think about it, everything you buy comes in a container. Boxes and trinkets…

Son’s of Thunder!

I have three sons of thunder, Sons of lightning, sons of fame. I have three sons who live in a box on the corner begging for change. They play trashcan drums and acoustic guitars. They sing in the churches, and they sing in the bars. They rise sturdy with strength like Samson. They have arms…

The Taste of Rain

This is a poem I wrote in or around 2007 after losing my health, my home, my career, and occupation. During this dark night of the soul, my ex-husband left the country and never returned. The poem is darkness and light. Finding the light is like tasting the rain.   King David played the golden…