Poems

When there are no tears left to cry When there are no words left to debate When your brook Cherith has run bone dry When

Clare Savoca April 10, 2012

I was there my child When rejection raised it’s ugly head You were so very young The circumstances weren’t of your making Yet you were

Clare Savoca April 2, 2012

Where do you come from? I am a little higher than the apes I evolved from some very hi-tech medieval slime What are you doing

Clare Savoca March 28, 2012

Walking that mile necessitates a strong allegiance A singular love for the Lord Jesus Learning to travel the road of suffering Knowing it is for a

Clare Savoca February 1, 2012

I am Niseag I inhabit Loch Ness in the Scottish Highlands I am shy, you hardly ever see me I’ve been mistaken for an eel,

Clare Savoca December 29, 2011

I will bet you never heard of me before I am Queenie the quoll As you can see from my photograph, I’m cute I am

Clare Savoca December 28, 2011