Someone left the door ajar
now a stranger's in my house
He's stealing sureness and faith
leaving filthy fingerprints on my mantle
and wasting my favorite rooms
I caught him in the attic
and we wrestled back and forth
shaking the pillars of the house
Now I've chased him to the cellar
where, groping in the darkness,
I find painful relics from my past
I see him, laughing low behind me,
with fingers on the light switch
And I scramble for the door....
In the Meadow
Lenten Hymn
SKY
David's Galleon
In the Thawed Design
The Surf Zone
Looking for Gepetto
Noncrusader
Cloud Rider
Star Kisser
Over peaks and down again
my soul continues its grasp
upon the garment of the Lord
