A sudden gust of bitter wind from somewhere hot and foul, whooped and howled throughout the scattered waste and scrabble down that God-forsaken alley.

Cast adrift in an unknown sea. By my pride. Alone Missing you,

Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.

Within this pilgrim’s soul exists a hungry beggar waif, who can never afford a moment of indifference or distraction. Alert to every aching nuance

I met a man who told me that he’s looking for the way he might become more free, less encumbered in his life. Poor me, poor me, poor me;

Time wears away at me, like water on a stone, oh, so slowly, but inevitably, drop by drop,

I was seven years old. I approached the priest in earnest… “I want to take the lord Jesus in… He instructed me to kneel and pray… A week passed.

I hold truth as the highest princi… I am a liar. I value honesty over all else. I am a thief. I expect integrity from you.

Ideas and notions, they’re all for the dreamers, worth as much or less than one's considered opinion. You can’t even wrap fish in them.

Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.