Do angels exist? Could creatures of endless grace of immeasurable beauty really walk among us?

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,

A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.

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

Was it too much to ask? Perhaps this truly is fair, some retribution for past misdeeds or a shield against unnecessary pa… But that is not for you to decide

Much have I wandered From one life to another. My sorrows I have pondered, injustices that threaten to smothe… A mind of barbs and brambles

Was I given a chance? Did I miss that which I have aimed

People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much

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

The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.

Forces of Nature more powerful than earthquakes, than tsunamis, the bane of happiness