There ain’t no precious gold comin’ outa that there mountain, if all I wanna do is sit and dream of what I’ll do when I get some.

Water ever seeks it’s perfect peace, from mountain heights to scattered oceans deep. So too our spirit follows

Who am i to bare my soul with thee… and challenge all that you believe… I share from deep within my being as if my father speaks through me. I see these words of love and merc…

I am awash with tears of mourning for what I thought was dead and go… as though a flood of holy water has broken through the stony dam I contrived to spare this brittle…

I gaze down now upon the cracked and battered shell of the fearsome fiery dragon that once held me in her sway. It’s remarkable just how frail

It was in those early days when everything seemed technicolor there was that explosion only inward then nothing

I see no reason now to disguise this naked heart and soul of mine. You can hide there

Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.

There’s a voice deep inside getting stronger every day. I cannot deny the message these urgent words proclaim. Why bother?

Come out, come out, wherever you are. I know you’re in here. You dirty little secret.

Who of you will follow where I’m bound to go? None that I can see. None that I can name. No-one that I know.

I was seven years old. I approached the priest in earnest… “I want to take the lord Jesus in… He instructed me to kneel and pray… A week passed.

I gaze into the bleakness of the e… engulfed by a sense of futility an… I am like the man who keeps fishin… though he knows the river is spent… I cast my line into the milky pool…