To the Glory of GodTo Gwyneth, with Love The universe has music of the spheresThe solar system and our moon and planetWe interpret most, what we are familiar withThe moon had a sea of tranquillity long before we named itMars had huge canals and rivers long before our imagination conjured themVenus was our best hope … Continue reading Our Music: James Adamson

To the Glory of GodTo Gwyneth with Love Even the fundamentals change for every journeyAdults see them differently than childrenYet all journeys begin with one stepIt’s also a mystery sometimes whether we’re on a journeyAlthough life itself is a journeyIt seems to be quite often I have looked backand been amazed with myselfEven though it … Continue reading A Long Journey: James Adamson

To the Glory of God To Gwyneth with Love Sleep is the wood forms that support an archway while it is being built The arch supports itself after they are taken away Then water rises and the stones of the archway are submersed As if they are water as well Over time the water rises … Continue reading Sleep: James Adamson

To the Glory of God To Gwyneth, with Love A basket with a child Handed down through time The passion of broken china free of dreams Spirits moving with air vanish with pain of peers and their mystery Love on the edge of pink cracks A field of green in twilight Desperate and alone like … Continue reading Youthful Error: James Adamson

To the Glory of God To Gwyneth, with Love The leaves are throughout In the soil and in the trunk The branches curl into fractal infinity The twigs go further To hold a planting is to see the universe Hug a tree and you will know affection Climb a tree and you will see a … Continue reading The Tree: James Adamson

my first prayer was kind of on a lark yet it opened my life like an army of angels I pray to the east as my mom lay in the hospital I had no idea who I was until I knew who I was to God there was an army of evil trying to say … Continue reading never expected: James Adamson

To the Glory of God To Gwyneth, with Love There is a miracle to every little thought As Shakespeare speaks the dullest person has insight We attribute easily But wait, what light from yonder brainstorm breaks It is intelligence and truth is the sun The way we surprise ourselves Whether from the moment or some … Continue reading Every Little Thought: James Adamson

To the Glory of God To Gwyneth with Love We set a date me and her It was winter but it was full of light like fuzzy soap bubbles hanging in the air There was excitement and the pleasure of her company as I Returned to my residence There was a bite in the air … Continue reading Ambiguous Light: James Adamson

To the Glory of God To Gwyneth with Love The clouds are nothing solid Neither is the sun or sky Yet as with technicalities the clouds form a ceiling I suppose the surface of water is a ceiling for fish That whales and others flirt with And man has countless ceilings made of wood metal … Continue reading A Ceiling: James Adamson