a smile travels through time

(a short poem written 5 years ago found in pages of a diary on a cold solitary morning)

Life is big and deep and rich
A grand painting
in which

When you can admire the color of a tree,
Remember that the best things
are free.

Death of God?

You can live without God,
But can you live without Worship?

Artists

are rare
because
they are
honest.

The Story

cannot be known unless you begin
writing it.