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,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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…

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