Through the dense din, I say, we heard him shout "I see your lights!" But ours had long died out.
PoemsWe say God and the imagination are one . . . How high that highest candle lights the dark.
The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a PlayMy life was dark, torture and empty before you found me. You brought the light, Red. I love you.
Unwritten RulesIf prayers emitted light, you'd see ours (Liberty students') from space.
The Unlikely Disciple: A Sinner's Semester at America's Holiest University