The Poet

The Poet digs wells

For you to drink

Refresh your soul,

To stop and think

What really matters

And what does not

Has little to do with

What we have got

When you’re read

The words herein

I hope they heal

And life begins

The peace or pain

That we receive

Starts with the words

That we believe

Corona: The Wicked Globetrotter

Shade on my Light