He walks along the shore
and breaks into laughter
as He takes our hands.
We circle through palms
and dance barefoot
in the sand.
We dance to banjo,
tambourine, castanets
and lyre
and celebrate
His birth.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
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Nice write.
Felix