The hand is in the heart of man working with stone; as he works in silence and often alone. In his eye he sees, crafts and chisels beauty...

Finger-prints: Left here and there across a lifetime—first, in the beginning, and then, in the end; recognizable and familiar, often...

You are for me as the sun and rain Is to life With your love I will bloom as the fairest rose in your garden and like the rose my...

Written by Refel Rushing Refelspoetry.com Many marvel and are moved In disbelief Of the power from the Everliving hands of Michelangelo,...

Awake and Run Written and Read by Refel Rushing www.refelspoetry.com The hands of time are as sure moving as the tides which ebb the...

Written and Read by Refel Rushing Much have I learned from one wiser than me, a powerful man who has the respect of all who know him...

Liquids of Honesty Written and read by Refel Rushing refelspoetry.com Entering the outer reaches of reality I witnessed someone of my...

A Hope Flake Written and Read by Refel Rushing www.refelspoetry.com A snow flake, a hope flake, so beautifully white and brittle — from...

A fairyland of wonders surely must be the thoughts of the butterfly as it flutters to freedom from its cocoon, conscious wings of instant...

Places are where people are from, or perhaps going, but signs often unclear keep those that know from knowing. Chance orchestrator of...

Count my images if you can — better yet, come look inside me is my plea; what you may find is something more meaningful than your eyes on...

You are for me as the sun and rain is to life With your love I will bloom as the fairest rose in your garden and like the rose my...