T.R. James Bray Biography

I can see your eyes
behind this veil.
But I cannot feel your gaze.
I can hear your words, but your breath
...

Our night sermon
hovers still on the air.
Frees our slaves,
breaks the hourglass and
...

Your steeple is crumbling.
They're stripping crosses to melt
for some return.
The bell is gone from the tower.
...

We sit and let the cosmic dust fall above,
glints in the blackness of the night.
A cacophony of laughter
rises over pines and
...

What is that desolation?
That naked space.
Far behind this sunrise, past the crimson horizon
and the life I've made with you.
...