Welcome to The Pagan’s Pen…
A little space
A precious place
Ideas and thoughts
of a pagan poet….
or
Welcome to The Pagan’s Pen…
A little space
A precious place
Ideas and thoughts
of a pagan poet….
or
Tears of pain
tears of joy
tears of laughter
tears of sorrow
always tomorrow…
on my feet
on my knees
on my back
on the floor
they want more…
losing heart
losing patience
losing ground
losing hope
dreams afloat…
I crawl
I fight
I walk
I try
again
I cry
again
I wake
again…

I am human therefore, many things… A poet, a teacher, a seeker…. Come with me on a word journey… perhaps we laugh, we sing, we feel… we think…
This site and the human behind it are a work in progress.
To read the poems in their correct form-vertically-please click on them.
I have a short story for purchase in memory of a friend.
1/2 of the proceeds will go to the animal shelter that saved his fragile life long enough for us to love him for a moment in time…
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Thanks for stopping by…
Between shadows we find the light. Pain teaches its lessons as it inches achingly away… It returns to remind us shadows remain. The healing happens through slivers of light somewhere in the shadows of night… We look for rainbows to find our joy while shadows hide what we must explore…
Eyes to the sky watching them float on by… Imagining hitching a ride perhaps through time… Floating through life watching the years go by wondering how time flies… dreaming of the softness of a floating cloud…
Seasons change and so have I… A broken tree lies rotting it becomes a home to millions of little things… Life erupts overnight, it was not there yesterday… Beautiful twisted unique… It has a job to do, it gets to work, and then it lets go… Lesson learned…