A silent end, a fading friend, an… A tear-stained eye, a question why… A solemn stare, the mirror’s glare… A slow walk home, still there alon… Where do you go when all is lost?…
I charted once a course to gold, a place wherein I might take hold of everything I ever wished. Retire there; enjoy the bliss. But every time I thought that I
Can I write you? Can I slip into your eyes in search of words to describe? May I move as a soft caress upon your skin,
I should never have loved in inequ… I should never have allowed my heart to take the bait of loving someone as beautiful as… But damn it, love is blind!
Love is a game, a journey of sorts… a search for the one who is right. And of all the seekers, just what… are not all just travelers at nigh… For it seems in darkness they sear…
The wind seems to blow when the co… Darkness will fall after shadows b… The end truly came long before you… now everyone is going to miss you. Captain, my captain now gone to th…
Take a church full of sinners with… each needing profoundly the grace… Some trapped in addiction, some we… some struggling with faith, some w… Some filled with anger and some wi…
Most people have a lot, most have a list of gidgets and gadgets and trinkets to buy. It’s just human nature
What are the things that we live f… Can we honestly say they’re the th… that if push came to shove we woul… The thought leaves me contemplatin… how totally different it would all…
Twas an ordinary scene on an ordin… she an ordinary woman on her ordin… Doing work of little consequence,… Could she have known that someday… For as she went to fill her pot a…
The piece that is missing is the piece of my heart that I threw like a stone when our love fell apart. Without looking I threw it
The battle before us - “The Left and The Right”, calling to everyone, “Join in the fight!” Calling, demanding -
Sinners & publicans. Pharisees, s… Unto neither of these could I eve… for I read of these groups in the… and both make me feel to exclaim w… “Oh praise be that I’m not as oth…
How many times must a man come to… with all of the troubles in life, where voyages tend to become sunke… and seems every path leads to stri… How often must he try, despite wha…
Don’t thru to pour me into a mold. I’m not made out of plaster... I’m made out of stone.