Alone I stand Pondering my arts the fruits of my labors. All is good and I lay down my bru… But there is a voice,

I think I understand Why Adam took that bite. To throw away Eden, peace, love, God’s favor. Because, in the end,

I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to

Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know

In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,

The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody

Still feel alone? How, when I have friends, I have family. I have no right

A Gentle Breeze Warm crowns of light Rustling trees The summer’s delight Gossamer threads

That elusive mindset, where it all falls into place. But where do I lie? Am I lacking? Lying on the borderline?

Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future

Why is it that we say an act of cruelty is “inhumane”? When did that word...

So, you don’t drink? or smoke? So, you are better than them? You let them use you, and you take the fall for them,

First, A mistake. Quicksand. Second, A broken promise.