Poems from E.B.
One day, the veil
was blown away.
And I saw Him,
like the flowers in May.
His eyes were bright, deep,
and knowing.
He bestowed upon me...
Our lives are like a song.
God is the composer
and we are the musicians.
We never meet His
full expectations.
But he loves our song...
My battles are not won
through soldiers.
I, rather, battle what
cannot be seen.
The war is ugly, brutal.
Thankfully, I am only a...
The leaf begins to fall
and the blade becomes red.
My heart dies for her.
I see what could have been,
even when She could not.
Little...
Oh, if only I could go
I'd walk towards a meadow
My screen of glass would stay astray
Divorced from me.
I'd settle among the tranquil...