THOUGH IT BE | Poetry
My head may Swirl, And my vision dim, My arms may hang, Limply by my side, Yet will my heart sing, My soul Praise and my Spirit lift, To the bosom of My Maker, For He is my light in darkness
My head may Swirl, And my vision dim, My arms may hang, Limply by my side, Yet will my heart sing, My soul Praise and my Spirit lift, To the bosom of My Maker, For He is my light in darkness
Fences all around, A captive in the middle, Shackled, tied and bound, Her life has become a riddle, Her sunken cheeks once supple and round
I watched as a gray streaking hare, hopped and leaped into the air with a flair, only to land smack right in the middle of a snare, blinded by the the intense glare of a blinding flare
“Mine is a home in the skies. I soar and Glide…what I have put here is a whiff of that fleeting breeze. temporal, but titillating..”
Equipment I use | My camera of choice is a Canon EOS 5D Mark II
Art, to me, is such a joy. It enables me to express myself in ways I never could with mere speech. I am able to mount to heights un-inhabited by bounds and limitations. The poetry of color and sometimes the lack there of, feeds that [...]