Let all knees bend and all tongues confess the glorious name of the holy lamb! Let everyone give adoration and exaltation to the king of kings. Let all of creation sing in one accord to the father who sent his only son. Let every heart open and find his peace and accept his sacrifice. Let all who will accept his gift and receive eternal life. Let all look towards the East and lift up Christ holy name, let all who will humble themselves and let us pray.

A nation divided on principal, torn apart by ideology. Hate is rampant in the streets as one groups says give me give me give me and another says you want too much. Success is punished and hard work is discouraged. People go hungry and ****** is everywhere, children find role models on T.V. and not in the home. With each thing declared a world ending crisis, who knows the truth anymore. What is the end game of the puppet masters and who is really to blame?

Vines running everywhere, with corn stalks bundled in heaps. Orang orbs glowing in the sun as they begin to ripen. Bouncing among the hills of Pumpkins waiting to be pulled off the vine. Imaginations run wild as to what might be made of them. A Jack O' Lantern or home made pies. Pumpkin spice punch or cookies perhaps. The world is alive with the colors of wondering as harvest time comes to the Pumpkin patch.

Working with my hands I peel away the layers of grit and dirt. I pull out the parts that are worn and pitted. I pull away the age and polish the pieces until they begin to shine. I see what was and what can be, looking past the outer wear and decay. When other see a simple lump, I see the true beauty that lies within. The piece speaks to me and whispers what it wants to become. So with fingers of determined labor and an insight that few are willing to discipline themselves to obtain, I work tirelessly to produce the masterpiece. Whether it is an engine or a block of stone, the sculpture and the piece are always joined in a spiritual way as the hands do not create the thing, they simply tear away the unwanted piece to reveals what has always been there.

We are both unique like two snowflakes yet we merge and come together like the winter. The cold is joined to the season as we are joined to each other. When we are together our passion sparkles like the glistening of new formed ice drops on barren trees. We dance as snow swirls that are blown up by the wind. We are content as a wild Hare safe in it's lair. Our love is miraculous like a clear winter sky where all of the stars can be seen. What a wonder I have found in you, my perfect match, the keeper of my soul, the love I know in winter.

A thorny thing a beautiful Rose, like love it is filled with pricking barbs . To get to it's sweet petals, you must first avoid the small irritating  ******. So is love like a Rose, it can pierce and sting.

She smiles sheepishly yet nothing seems amiss. She glows from having been in bliss. She found out how it feels to love in one short hour. She considers herself a woman now that she has lost her flower.