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

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

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.

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

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

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

Why is it that we say an act of cruelty is “inhumane”? When did that word...

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

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

You Were the sunlight. You brought me

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,

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

The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody