We are the music makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers And sitting by desolate streams;— World-losers and world-forsakers, On…
My Soul Longed
“My Soul Longed”By: Arvell CraigMy soul longed for, the love of it’s life. A kiss in the day, and a touch in the night. Impromptu escapades where…
Casualties of Love
Pulsating throbs are ever present reminding me of the costs. And yet all I can think about is when can we dance again. Both realities…
When Grace is No Longer Grace
My prayer life did it. My giving tithing earned it. I sowed a seed, Abstained bad deeds. And now, I have my payment. (Ref: Rom.…