God Is In The Radio

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  • Homesick

    There is no cure for the ache that beats in our bonesNot for a house, but for a silence we’ve known It is not memory alone that tugs at the chestBut something ahead that feels like our own The Alpha… Continue reading

    Homesick
  • The Composed Heart

    The whirl of thought begins to still when gathered in one placeNo more tomorrows chase the soul, God meets us in one place Imagination spins its tale, a vertigo of dreamsBut every false horizon fades when centered in one place… Continue reading

    The Composed Heart