I woke up this morning to the drip… then lie there just thinking how p… Wrapped in the moment, reflecting… how totally different my life is b… I long ago finally came to myself,
The petal of a rose once fell then drifted slowly through the tr… Upon the wind it tumbled long until it drifted up to me. At first, I saw no value there
So many things we worry of, so many heartaches find their way into our lives and heart… of every single kind. But tis a fool’s game we should kn…
I hate how I feel although common it seems, having been once again what I swore I’d not be. Yes, despite all the talks
Another spotlight, make the headli… A final shout-out to the ranks of… Did I make you stop and think? Now looking down... from the look… me and every other ghost in this t…
Greatness... Born of hearts desire, flame of inner fire. Dies to quiet fear, fades and disappears or,
Have you ever come to the end of t… and can run the clock back play by… and can add it up that supposedly it was the day it was suppose to b… but somehow it seems that no time…
A tale I once heard of two men of… who’s lives were defined by the to… Each man was beholden to God for… so, when the time came that the pr… each fell to his knees and petitio…
Starring out my window this Decem… all I can do is long for you again… Sometimes I feel I’m over you, li… move on and forget about all that’… But as the raindrops fall, all of…
Two days until Christmas. Two hours until light. Too often you fill up my dreams in the night. Too tired to keep going.
I must have wished a thousand time… that somehow we could live our liv… for something more. And I can’t help but wonder why we strive to keep so much in line,
What is the point of going on, is there something left to find? Too many days of rise and fall have left me far behind. And what’s to gain in trying to fe…
The sand of the sea, what are they… Smiling mirages that drift by in l… Tried building castles but it seem… the waves take them down every tim… I guess there’s a beauty in watchi…
At last, I pause at eventide to t… amidst the shadows of the setting… And as I watch I cannot help but… what could be the meaning of the f… returning gently to the earth from…
It doesn’t matter how the sun sets… nor how the clear streams flow. There is no joy in waves of grain or brilliant fields of snow. This world in all its glory