When Time itself, for each of us, comes with its limits clear

‘Tis for the Shepherd to lead the flock

Let’s dissect Laughter and see

Yes, pre-eminence, surely, must belong to the one who leads

There’s a Tree that I see in front of my home

I think there is an enormous gap

The Weight of the Pandemic and the World

The Candle that carries Hope throughout the nights, dark

Inclement is a funny word

We dare not go ashore lest, perchance, we get into a snare