The Flood

An infinite ocean of bliss! Is it milk? Or pure love energy? Dancing, on a sea of chimes, Arms stretched out In a rain of sweetness; Legs, dancing for God, Dancing to His tune; Alan, leaping to the chant Like a drunk Cossack. Everyone's astonished At last This is... read more

Poem by B. R. Becker

Death paddled his dory past my fishing pole And he missed me, for who could this body be? Time leaped along a line of light that years ago yearned to be with me. And he missed me too, or when will the stars stop spinning? I pour my spirit from a cup for God to drink.... read more