Dear God,
Scare me today
Scare me tomorrow,
Take my soul
And let go this sorrow.
Then fill me up
with a brave new light,
with a stronger hope
and a stronger might,
Put me in the darkest night
and give me a final
battle to fight!

A light touch
That leaves a trail
Down my spine

A sweet kiss
On my neck that
Brings me to life

An exchanged look
That ignites passion
In my soul

A sigh from your
Mouth that gives
Me air to breath

A whispered promise
That you'll never leave

All of those things and more
Always bring me back to you...

-E.T.

I miss you but I do not know you,
You walked out of a dream,
Although I had never seen
Someone like you.

As though you and me have never been apart,
Now you've stolen my heart.

When I don't see you, I miss you.
And I begin to feel blue.

When I'm ready to say goodbye,
you come around and say hi.

When I see you around, I want to run up to you and embrace you in my arms.
Then I remember I don't know you, and remember to act calm.

When I see you smile,
I feel that I could just watch you for a while...

But then I remember I don't know you. So I look away.

But the best pleasure is to see you filled with joy and laughing in a group of friends. So I say goodbye and pray for your life to be filled with love and joy.

The days pass, the nights fade.
The sun rises and the sun sets.
The birds migrate to different climates in different seasons , avoiding the cold.

If only time could stop that the small things could be appreciated.
Like the buzzing of bees moving from one flower to another instead of the roaring of an engine during the stopping and starting of traffic as everyone waits to reach their destinations.

Everyday another inch has grown and my hair becomes longer.
I know the day I cut it, was the day your plane landed.
I know the day it reaches the same length will be the day that your plane flies away.

I know it would be selfish if I cut again just to keep you here a little longer because you are a servant of God, and cutting my hair short again is not going to stop you from fulfilling what you were called to do.

Being in the presence of God is so amazing, that we all know serving our one true King is the greatest opportunity to have.

If you are addicted to water as I am, you will know that being in the presence of the Lord is like being under a powerful waterfall, cocooned in safe embraced under the rushing water.

If you are addicted to sweet smells as I am, you would be the first to be addicted to the smell of the Lord. In His presence its almost as if you are in a secluded field filled with wildflowers and as you inhale your senses are assaulted with the most beautiful smell of roses that the sweetest, softest rose on earth cannot mimic.

I know that God sent you, so that the bride may be reunited with the groom and so that hope may be restored.

But I wonder what will happen to you prayer warrior?

As time has passed, marked by another grain of sand falling on the heaped dune in the hour glass.

Time is quickly approaching when I will have to say goodbye.

During different journey's you come to different obstacles in your pathway.
Faced with indecision, which way is the best?
Is the most challenging question that you find yourself asking.
Iny-miny-mini-mo used to be a strategy that worked for me.
But when I came to this crossroad that would not do.
So I sat and,
Watched the clouds change as the birds swirled in the air warning all of the storm on the horizon.
Watched as the hands moved around the clock face.
Watched as the numbers changed, seconds, minutes, hours, days, months.
My heart has been captured but I grabbed it back.
Both have entered my dreams.
One welcoming,
One silent.
Who would of thought that I'd miss you even though I don't know you?
Who would of thought I would miss you even though I know I can't have you?
Who would of thought I would crave you when I've only spoken to you twice.
Who would of thought I would of craved you when I've set you free?
Who would of thought that you only came to guide me closer to God and then left having done your mission?
Who would of thought that I only met you to plant a seed within you?
Who would of thought that the first time that you acknowledged me was the last time I would of seen you?
Who would of thought that I would fall in love with you?
Who would of thought two men so different could be so similar and would of had similar impacts on my heart?
But once again I sit down and observe.
Within the silence I enjoy the scenes that are played out before me.