I commit myself to God; sometimes, not often. I believe in God; sometimes,

I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.

The old priest gazes out upon his… each head bowed before the sacred… A scarred and broken bodied warrio… seeking inner peace and final abso… An elderly wealthy man of commerce…

Hello, can you see me here? Please, might you stop awhile. I am the one you pass by daily as you hurry homeward bound. I am that one who’s least of us.

My bucket had a hole in it. I kept trying to fill it. The more I tried, the more flowed down the drain. It wasn’t for lack of what was nee…

Seems no way out, but deep within. There’s a resonant voice calling from the depths of my being; I am not what you imagine me to be…

These words I cry do not come easily; as if they echo from the cold stone depths of a long forgotten tomb.

Sweet Mary Jane bade me follow where she led. I went eagerly. She was my life’s one true love. All the others,

Is there any way I might touch yo… that doesn’t skim right off the su… of your exquisitely contrived vene… Is there a plea which I might utt… that would stir you from within?

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…

Been wasting away in this hovel for too many days to count; wishing, hoping, scheming, sometimes even praying, for any way to get out.

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