India in My Heart
The Spirit’s crisp breeze Calls me into a morning Where birds have been Warbling And darting in and out Through the branches Of my beloved Locust tree Since before the sun’s rays Ventured to think about The possibility of Shimmering This corner Of the world Awake The Sun glow On the leaves Spring green in … Continue reading India in My Heart
prayers of my heart, a collection of articles and writings by C. Alicia Randolph 