In my room stands a cup That fills the space with subtle fragrance. Potpourri they call it – A mixture of things. A mixture of dried...

Caged inside these four walls of my mind Only you have the key. If only you could listen to my heart’s deepest sighs, Would you then have...

The call to worship knocked on my heart As I entered the hour of prayer. A call that gently beckons me, To commune with my Lord there. I...