Ordinarily I don’t publish so much poetry at Theoria-press, and instead try to provide mostly essays with an odd poem or sonnet occasionally interspersed among them. But the Muse’s visits have outstripped my ability to keep pace with prose pieces so readers who prefer essays should peruse the archives of this site, which are replete with them.
P.s. This morning’s garden bloom is a desert flower, Lotus tiered in 3 of a baby violet pinks pearlescent. The exquisite perfume intoxicating to both bee and me. We, marveling in her splendor here in the garden sanctuary of Mother and Child dedicated to her Lord.
P.s. This morning’s garden bloom is a desert flower, Lotus tiered in 3 of a baby violet pinks pearlescent. The exquisite perfume intoxicating to both bee and me. We, marveling in her splendor here in the garden sanctuary of Mother and Child dedicated to her Lord.
True Story!
that’s lovely
Indeed it was, just 1 day of bloom in a beautiful experience!
Amen Amen a beautiful parabola of loves truth🕊️God is light God is Love.