A weary traveler once I came, One cruel January night, To St. Adelaide’s forgotten chapel There, to‘wait the morning light. And there, snowContinue Reading >

The power to name, man’s first responsibility His first task, given before the sea pounded rocks into sandy beaches, Before fire’s ravenous flickering,Continue Reading >

We are born with our own faces Crying into the world Love ME Hugging the breasts that give us Our own milk that'sContinue Reading >

A wind blows across the cavernous expanse of my heart, Singing like a wind pipe which pronounces to echoing hills A myriad ofContinue Reading >

To Ben, Co-Creator and Inspiration. The holy Pentecost of pen to paper, When a language, then unknown to this little image of GodContinue Reading >

Published in 1986 as part of its “Taking Thought for the Poor” series by the London-based think tank, The Social Affairs Unit.   JamesContinue Reading >