This darkness in which I stand is void. I am alone with naught but my work… and naught but my thoughts. Though on occasion, he stands besi…

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

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

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

When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions

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

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

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

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

Sunshadows, for I wish not to wake. But rather to sleep within the

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,

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