Mariachi Blessing
Mariachis blessed, he played his fiddle softly. A gift for his God. David Garlick
The Poems of David Garlick
Mariachis blessed, he played his fiddle softly. A gift for his God. David Garlick
Why are we all here? Meaning or mathematics. Who has the answer? David Garlick
She stood in the church. Old arms raised, her lined face lit. Her faith was moving David Garlick
The world to live on. Sun for us to see loved ones. Breath in the clean air. David Garlick