Each time before when I had falle… I found upon the ground were words… a latticework of scaffolding to cl… back to the surface with the crowd… I’d stay close to the ledge not kn…
The stars that fill the midnight s… or single grains of sand cannot compare to all his works too vast to understand. What number counts the drops of ra…
The Savior walked on water. The Savior raised the dead. The Savior healed the blind and l… and then the Savior said - that those who would believe in hi…
One struggles beneath the ever-bea… One rises up in revolution, wantin… One gives his life a soldier so th… One celebrates in freedom as they… One starts his life from nothing b…
Love is a game, a journey of sorts… a search for the one who is right. And of all the seekers, just what… are not all just travelers at nigh… For it seems in darkness they sear…
I should never have loved in inequ… I should never have allowed my heart to take the bait of loving someone as beautiful as… But damn it, love is blind!
Midst fear and doubt, when prayers have ceased, unannounced, without a sound, returns the clouds and falls the rain...
There’s less than two hours to walk in the sand. To sail the wide oceans and see foreign lands. There’s less than two hours
Tis an interesting thing to consid… the value of a quiet example set. Like the crystal streams, or the m… consistent, constant, always there… Blessing every soul who happens by…
How long can rolling waters stay impure in their decree? How long can all the world behold the many signs they see, and not consider what is meant,
If I woke up and worked every day with a calm resolute execution of… or perhaps at least stayed on appr… with the basic things for which I… If with a small grain of faith I’…
Spent another day chasing like eac… and what did it gain us this time? It feels like we’re racing against… in effort to scavenge a dime. I guess I don’t get it– the purpo…
We wait for what we long for, we long for what we need. Impatience and anxiety give root to errant deed that grows to yield but heartache,
Holding all I hold that’s mine. A modern king. The gifts of time. Allot no grip nor means to hold. Today in grasp yet drifting old. Begotten days become as sand.
I can’t stand another year of this with the sales that start after su… and the songs that play round the… and the gosh darn ice and snow. And the ho ho ho’s, and the jingle…
