Fear can catch me in its snare,
But not for long can hold me there…
Gone the trappings of its stare –
The Child has grown into the Heir.
Opportunity
A Different Perception of Life
Void
The Judas Conspiracy
Poems for the 28th Day
My Prayer
The Magic Flute: A Transdimensional Experience
Visit to Pan
An Afternoon Chat
SRA and Demons
Crucifixion: A New Vision
Testimony of the Cross
Resurrection Coin
Tea and Games with the Elves
A Higher Healing
Casting Stones
Easter Revelation