Church is poetry. Poetry is life. A life well lived.

Your silhouette -mine

snow flutters
upon the earth

We stand

our umbilical cord
severed

as God turns His head

I ran away
to never look back
and you got lost

along the way
our whiter than snow -bled.

Photography Poetry anguish anxiety bled depression dreamscapes left behind listening well lost meaning of life mental well-being soul suicide this writing life turn away who am I