a ray of light in my eye and
the living Word on my lap
a cup of milk in his hands
and the look of a loving mother
gazing upon the essence of her son.

uncertainty is more certain
than certainty. certainly,
a raindrop falls downward
and the sun rises as the
rooster crows but it's the
uncertainty where you discover
the valley - the place that reassures
you that hope is alive. and hope
has a name, a name that leads you
in the mystery, from mountain top
to mountain top; a map that
your eyes cannot see, a road
that is not paved but,
there is a hand reaching out
and a voice saying,
"I've come to walk with you,
will you trust me?"

In a world of mass production
Creativity is gasping for air
Everything is accessible, looking
Identical to your next-door neighbor

Where are the artists?
Where are the seeds of creativity?

Let us light a beacon of hope
In an age of templates and clones,
Let this beacon of hope burn
Brighter than the sun;

Do not lose hope, A resurrection of
Creativity is upon us

Turn the **** of the unknown,
Putting fear in the dirt
Knowing trust is far more valuable
Than the tricks of the enemy.

What do you do when
You already know the answer
But the time of the question
Has not come?

Wait.
Sit.
Be,
Still.

Let obedience be a key,
A vessel and that
Yes, shall be an open door
Into a new season.

I stare with an endless hope — an aching
in the deepest part of me, envisioning
the beauty that my eyes will behold
as I wait; I hold onto that hope,
knowing that one day;
I will gaze into what my heart
has patiently desired to see.