Henrico Riet Poems

Sometimes I visualize an accusing finger pointing at me every time someone raises the subject about which I feel the most guilt.
You know loneliness of sleepless nights when a Carousel Projector whils round about in my mind playing pictures of past choices I made and, cannot UnMake. 💔💔

God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise an' weak things of the earth to build us strong...

I who love God, God accepts while loving so, 🥊🥊.. And sees within my eyes of two.