Light fell like roses
through her glassy sapphire frame
on my tear-stained face.
And a haiku for day 4. Guys. Poetry writing is harder than I remember.
by Lize Bard
Reflections from the edge of adulthood.
public notes to myself for the benefit of many
"I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God, who is sending a love letter to the world." - Bl. Mother Teresa
Rebelling against going with the flow...Tradition, novelty, and classical wisdom with a dose of all things Rock!
Catholic speaker, musician, author, teacher
when i can't keep my thoughts inside my head
finding beauty in every day life
Just a young Catholic poet wanting to share his perspectives with the world.
“I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.” ~J.R.R. Tolkien
One blog to rule them all. One blog to find them. One blog to bring them all, and in the light, bind them.
In the world, but not of the world. Cultured, yet counter-cultural. The Christian paradox.
Finding Hope in This Crazy World