Oh Seek Another! The eartH and Love Have Had Enough of Our Blindness.

Now is Agony. Now is the agony of Our Making. Tomorrow Must be Peace.

Why Couldn’t You Have Just Said So

Me, Along With My Brothers and Sisters, We’re All Guilty.

From Birth to Awareness, From Awareness to Stewardship, From Servitude to Love

Let Her Breathe Her Love Upon All of Life

Love's Threadbare Whisper

Fear is the Death Knell to Love.

Heaven, The One of Our Choosing

Testament to the Night, the Willow Tree and the Clanging Bell

A Testament to the Rain and Sleeping Willow

Look At Her, She Waits With Love For Me

Too Many Questions, Not Enough Truth