Summer had long since betrayed the sand
When alone we both walked hand in hand
With others whose love we tried to hold
On the hail swept beach of bitter cold

Your memory seemed within my reach
As the angry waves punched the beach
Cross ebb tide that made it depart
I scanned the horizon for your heart

Finding instead that still your grace
Lived in this bleak, lonely place
When long days stood in long nights stead
Here you were - Victoria Silvstedt

On the sunny sands of Saint-Tropez
Too much for feeble words to say
Then after we had tread a mile
My 'other' gave an uncertain smile

As if somehow she already knew
That here those nights I came for you
But as she urged us both to go
You appeared once more - spindrift rainbow.

Whatever you do when you start to hurt.
Use this to dance around your suffering.
To use this time if possible to help others.
Use this time to Praise the Lord your God.
No matter what you are going through now.
Help others , love upon others and encourage them.
Allow God to use this time to Glorified him.
Thus allowing him to use you to draw many to him
Love each of you, and may Christ always bless you.

Caution?
I never quite got the hang of that
Never a gambler as such
I have been a creature of impulse and instinct
Of uncertain intent
Unknowing and unmeaning
I have created crackling static
Out of consequence and recrimination
Trying not to hurt anyone
I do right by none
But I cannot change my gypsy way
I have always said and will always say
I won't die wondering
I hope to die laughing
But not today

                                             By Phil Roberts

it was so
easy
to love you
the way you
were..

the way we
were..

just..
a breath
away
from heaven

when our eyes
were
closed
hell was no where
to be found

*and yet
we fell
anyway

somewhat such a much noted someone
said such a noted quote of noted importance
it's echoes overtook my reasonings
whereby her songs of words
those carolings
the octaves
her notes
of truncated
calls
like birds
on the wing
became the notes
written by
Mozart even
the soft violin
pressed into a chin
fluttering above the halls
of auditoriums like
winged angels calling
a hymn from the vault
of Eden.
I sat hand in chin
balled up
like birthed again
seeing
for the first time
Heaven and all that is.