If you want to be an oak,
think like an oak,
not like an acorn.

Beyond the rolling bones
Of memory's myths
And the ancient sounds of laughter and tears
Something mystical exists
Something deeper than marrow
The seeds of our ancestor's dreams and fears
And at a level beyond our knowing
It still rules our actions
And leads us to our fates

                                             By Phil Roberts

One fleeting chance to catch you between trapezes
Yet my head was bowed, my thoughts immersed
In another dream of another life that i longed to live
A moments lapse careers you to that downward spiral
Through all those safety nets, all those webs we wove
Once so secure borne from our labour, love and toil
Exposed now like a promise of night through a civil dawn
As you fall through each of my declarations of trust
You blow out the candles and knock out the lights
Of celebrations and occasions now shattered like glass

Blackness descending through this never blinking eye
As those moments and time perpetually relive yet resist
The blood still refusing to flow freely through my veins
As i sit and wait for this evening coffee to run cold
That i may embrace the sanctuary of night once more
For I was one that could never dream in the dark
No more than one who could ever make amends
Between those two trapezes that signaled our end

I am Living, to spend time with those with broken hearts.
I am Living, to Pray for those that are hurting and dying.
I am Living, to bring Joy to those that are in mourning today.
I am Living, to help those that are hurting with sufferings.
I am Living, I to hurt but my Lord is at work healing me.
So that he can use me by example to encourage others.
I am Living, to Love upon any whom need Christ now.
I am Living, to encourage others to grab onto Christ healing.
I am Living so that Christ can use me to help others today.