“It was I who took you
And set you up high
In the secret stairway in the sky”
Song of Songs 2:14
Category Archives: Poetry
Spoken Word
We are birthed out of the proclamation of peace. It is multiplied within us from above and inward. That is our root and source.
Winds
The winds are blowin’.
Catch ’em.
Ride ’em to and fro.
Tour the adventurous expanse of your season.
“….fall toward the glassblowers breath.”
Rumi
Jesse A. Kelley 