From the Soul of Phil Towle

Hi, I’m Phil, convenience junkie ‘Easy does it’… and I’m its flunky No longer am I boss of my decide I fell in lust with lazy Let apathy enslave me Convenience became my proxy bride But, now, convenient captive I’m Read more…

With faith in God’s vow, I find trust, and allow… With love as my how, My fear has no now

We are love… Love, the noun… Love enough To verb all round

We don’t leave child a loaded gun He can’t distinguish death from fun Then why provide our sick men one, To blow us all their kingdom come…

       Kindness…        Defines us