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

Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

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

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,

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

If it hurts, If it brings misery, Why does it happen again and again? How can so much