Upon the Cusp of Blackness’ Ride John Gregory Evans © 5/9/2020 12:01:04 PM Upon the cusp of blackness, we stare, I see a hope clinging to the everywhere, religiosity is an interior pull of white corpses walking, without purpose but to be saved through the mechanized wheel of traveldom, your misfortune, where dead bodies aspire…
A Spiritual Rest Enfolds Me
A Spiritual Rest Enfolds Me Deeply within my heart – Penance speaks. Reverently. Piously. Holy. To hear reverence. To speak piously in prayer. To feel (or know), Holiness in depth. Vision. Locution. Union. This rest emptied in Love. This rest emptied for Love. This rest emptied in Union of Love. The Father’s Will. The Son’s…
John G Evans & Paavo Oso Arts 