I waited long in silence, patient by the bedside. I prayed in earnest until all of my tears were spent. At last I drifted off in quiet peace, then I was shaken from my sleep by the sound of rushing wings. My eyes were opened to a world so bright that at first I could not see. Things were fluttering about in front and behind me. I saw the thing that separated the mortal world from the eternity, then it was ripped asunder and all was laid bare before me. My heart skipped a beat as I saw a mighty king, upon a throne so great that it out shown everything. Then four and twenty elders were gathered around the throne. I looked on as I saw the one for whom I grieved standing on streets of gold. The angels had carried their soul right past me and now I was given a glimpse of what they had been waiting for. I saw them standing tall and bright not in pain anymore. They walked on before me not thinking to look back, they knelt before the might king with a word being said. I saw his nail scar hands placing a crown upon their head. My love one stood and gave praise to the one on the throne. Then in unison every one bowed down and before the feet of the king they all through down their crowns. I was startled out of my vision by some movement from where I did not know. Then I was awakened and I knew I had to go. The doctors and nurses would work to no avail. I knew that my loved one had gone beyond the veil. I understood the gift that I had been given, the day I saw Gods kingdom when the veil was lifted.

Crisp leaves crackle beneath my feet. I walk barefoot on the cool earth and look at the Birds flying under the Umbrella of the sky. I think I know where I am, but I am not truly sure. I think I will ask the next Unicorn I see. I was in the land of reality a few miles back, but I took a wrong turn I think. For now it doesn't matter, I just want to watch the birds and see if one will hit the arch of the sky and fall to the earth. All the while my cares have gone as I walk along with a ****** who seems to have taken a fancy to my wooden leg. Who knew the day could be so interesting, yes I see the boundaries. I see the separation line as at last I have found the border of insanity and I think I will step over just for a bit.

A boat bobs up and down in the surf as old wood is scattered on the shoreline. The wind blows up the sand and ghost haunt the dunes. Pieces of life fit together in odd ways as each one tries to grasp at reality. The sea froths and churns with cold waves as it makes a groaning sound with each splash against rocks that seem older than they should be. Wet sand ***** you into the earth where the water has soaked it through. Heavy are the desires of nature as old and new tear at each other. A mist rises and the fog horn calls from a distant outcropping of rock telling sailors beware. The home sick souls come forward looking for safe passage as I gaze on into the thick smoke of water vapor that surrounds me and fills my lungs with the cold dank scent of the sea. I head inland to try to escape it all, but the stench of it is in every fiber of my being. I am now and forever intrigued and a prisoner to nature and to the sea.

Crystal spheres float around me and are filled with tiny rainbows. Suds drown my sorrows and fizz when I drink. Music plays and light flashes through different soapy creations that float out of a machine meant to delight and entertain. A child blows into a plastic circle and pretty jewels form in odd shapes and rise on the wind. Something so simple as a bubble that can bring so much joy and excitement just makes good sense.

Let the night shades fall and let the stars peer through the curtain of the heavens. Come to me my beloved and hold me in your arms. Take from me my strength and give back to me your desires. Embrace me and become entangled with me upon your bed. Let the sheets cover us as we embrace and know love. Let me get lost in you and forget the night that surrounds us. Let the sweat of passion pour out of our souls as we know love and rapture beyond the flesh. Intertwine your fingers with mine as we give life to each other. Let me get lost in you and let your love be my refuge. Between your breast let me find comfort and be satisfied. Let not time take away the feeling that we share for the few stolen moments that we can know love. Let the night pass not away too quickly, let me love you until the morning comes.

On an old path a wooden cross stands. Beside the road it marks the way along a journey. It is a junction between two ways each leading to a different end. All of us will come to this point in our mortal journey and it is there we will choose. To continue on our worldly path or to take another way. At the cross road where Christ was crucified, we must choose which way we want to go.

Sounds of static rattle inside my head. I feel out of control until I tune in. I hear the whispers from the dark corners of my mind. I am directed by the things they say to me. Some days I do just fine, while others people would call it insanity. I test the limits of reality to find where the line truly is. The cutting is not my idea, one of the whispers told me it would be fine. They took me to see a doctor but he couldn't help me. They gave me pills, but they just wreck what I have. As long as I am on the right frequency, I can function in their world you see, but sometimes I just have to live in my own reality. I must do what the voices tell me to.

When the wind blows you can sense something is there. When the storm clouds gather, you can hear the earth crying out for rain. When an innocent is lost, you can feel the sadness in the air. When the path becomes hard to walk, you can feel a guiding hand. When you walk in faith, you never walk alone.

Tying a silver cord from the lesser light, I cast the line towards a distant star but catch a comet by the tail. It pulls me up as I grab a mountain top to hold on to the earth. I am drawn into the celestial realm as the catch seeks to get away. I feel the line go taught behind me as the man in the moon pulls on the silver twine. Together we haul in the shooting star and decide it is not quiet big enough to keep, so we let it sail on it's way. Now as I sit with the man in the moon, I wonder just how I will get back home?

Born into reality and not prosperity, I grappled with the circumstances that surrounded me. Disadvantage was my native tongue and necessity was my teacher in the school of hard nocks. I earned my diploma at a young age and became street wise. Survival was the only way of life I knew, until I was older and had earned many battle scars. Now I am not sure if I am better or worse for what I had to go through. I only know that I wasn't born with a silver spoon and the only way that I will ever grab a brass ring is to likely steal one.

On a cobblestone street in a quiet part of Savannah the rain cleanses away the dust and opens up the senses. When I walk down the old path, I smell the fragrant scent of Jasmine after the spring rains. Memories rush back to better days and to light hearted times where love was not a stranger to me. When a special person held my heart before she gave it away. To be caught in the moment with the scent of youthful joy only comes when the southern Jasmine gives remembrance to me.

When the world makes no sense, we call upon his name. When we are frustrated and feel defeated, we call upon his name. When we lack the answers, we call upon his name. When our enemies seem to be winning, we call upon his name. When the darkness surrounds us, we call upon his name. Oh what a privilege it is to call upon Jesus name.

Shaved ice falls down upon me as blue streaks melt out of my hair. The sea thunders on rocks that form a jetty and I walk in silence with nary a care. The heat of the sun seems unbearable to some, but it makes me feel alive. Though the heat can be torturous to some, it keeps me sane. The board walk gets hot and burns my feet, but it is just another reminder that I am real. These days I need much more of that than usual , if it is only pain, I am just glad I can still feel something.

I stare at an empty chair though the place has been set. I long to hear the clink of your fork and spoon. I miss how you mash up your food and make me so crazy. Eating is not the same when your away. So finish what you have to do and put your slippers on, an empty seat awaits you. Eating as one is just not any fun. I just don't enjoy eating without you.

Hold my heart gently and do not let it fall. Tell me how much you need me each and everyday. Stand between me and the fury of the storm and comfort me when I have lost my way. Give me reassurance that things will turn out for the best. Confide in me your deepest desires and share with me all of your dream. Lift me up instead of tearing me down. Wipe away my tears and be willing to just listen sometimes. Understand my faults and accept me for who I am. Let me give love back to you and help you when I can.

Reality lies fractured around me, the world has gone into a spiral of madness. No matter I look, the reflection looks back at me through the eyes of insanity. I walk barefoot on the shards of a thousand broken mirrors as I try to find the reflection that is my true self.

Square and deep and made of wood, a place where my toys were kept. To be sat on or a platform from which to speak to my audience of loyal subjects who sat quietly where I had placed them. A stumbling block when I was half awake in the wee hours of the morning. A place to have a meal with a four legged friend. I place to kneel upon when I needed to pray. A simple red toy box was many things to me.

A crown adorns the head of the fallen body, broken and shattered for our sins. A crown of pain becomes a symbol of redemption drenched in innocent blood. So that which ****** and cuts, now has become a holy thing. Precious are the thorns that pricked the Rose of Sharon that bled for all our sins.

Blossoms release perfume into the air and the rain leaves the trees with the scent of spring. The wet earth is dank and feels cool between your toes. The water sitting idle in the tall grasses of a slow flowing stream fills the air with the smell of the old and new as things decompose and grow. The senses are delighted and challenged by diversions of all things being new, then with the change of seasons the world changes again. With each experience there are new things to be enjoyed. The scent of the world and things that are alive and changing, even when we do not realize it is happening around us.

Oh emotions that bind my tongue please remove the ties that hinder me. Oh blinding sorrow that grieves my soul, steady my pen that I may give life to my words. Oh imagery that transcends understanding as you flow from the river of ideas that I immerse myself in, give me back my what was taken from me, open the door to creativity. Oh prose please set me free.

The forces of life turn me inside out while the sun and moon look on as witnesses with glee. The birds swirl around my head as I swoon for lack of reprieve from my grief. I feel as though there are magnets in my feet as I try to stand, only to fall over and over again. Up and down I go in a torrent of emotion as the cosmos takes sadistic pleasure in my torment. I look for solid ground upon which to stand but I still cannot pull back in my emotions, so I simply collapse and succumb to the pain of lost love as I am left to writhe in pain at your feet.

When the armies of darkness surround you and the strongholds are built against you, do not surrender to the enemy. Bolster your soul and fall before the alter with the cross that you were chosen to bear. In solemn humble prayer, you can overcome what ever the enemy may dare, for you will be enjoined to God when you seek him there.

When the crowds have abandoned you and friends have turned their back on you. When your family has no answers for you and the knowledge of man has failed, there is a place where help can be found. In the words of wisdom not given of the souls of me, but from one who understands what you are going through. Christ will be there and he will understand, for what ever you think you are going through, you are not alone. He was there before you and knows what it takes when the world is not enough.

What is in the eye of the beholder, is it true beauty. What is acceptably pleasing to the senses? Who can define what is pleasant to look at or to be around. Does one sense define beauty over the other. If something is pleasing to see but contains filth, then is it truly beautiful? How can true beauty be defined by the mortal when each of us views a thing differently. So can anyone of truly say what beauty is?

Shine in the light and burn like fire in the dark. Be a star and glisten
for all to see. Radiate a special light that nothing can quench. Show how special you are, for all of the world to see. Never be afraid to step into the limelight, always be ready to take the lead. Show the world what you are made of, sparkle like a Diamond polished and refined. Let nothing dim radiance of who you are!

The landscape may seem serene but the wounds have just been scarred over. The truth lies just beneath the surface and is still divisive. Though new generations come along, people still feel unsettled. The lessons of the past are ignored by some and the old hatreds fester like a disease. Until we cut away the rancid flesh of hatred from the present and truly embrace the lessons of the past. The old scars will never truly heal.

In the garden he wept sorely. In the garden he cried alone. In the garden he wept for you and me. In the garden, he cried in anguish for another way. In the garden, he wept until they came for him. In the garden, cried father let it end. In the garden he shed his tears until he shed his blood. In the garden he wept to fulfill the will of God.

Be patient and let me begin. Let me strip away the layers of who I am. Let me show you the complex disguise I use to hide my scars and pain. Let me take away the battle armor that protects my inner self. Let me remove the barriers to who I really am, let me disrobe for you so you may know the real me.

Wrapped up in blankets on a cold and rainy day, I open a good book and hold hot coco. I get lost in the pages of another world than the one I am in. I travel to distant places and undertake amazing adventures, all of the while the rain falls outside and the dark clouds hide the sun. I am content hiding away in a cozy get away of my own design.

I lay down to sleep and I found myself on a cloud, I was looking down and I was proud. I saw men and women joining hand in hand. I saw the different races from across the lands. Each one was lending a hand and offering help where they could. The line of people stretched from horizon to horizon and made a rainbow. I suddenly awoke from my dream and realized the thing I had seen, if I take another person hand and we join together to help out and make a stand, then what I dreamed will be a reality. I saw a rainbow of hope that starts with me.

When you think you are alone, his arms are open wide. When you have fallen and think you can't get up, there is a nail scarred hand reaching out to you. When the burden seems too great to bear, there is a shoulder you can lean on. When you have lost all hope and are surrounded by the waves of despair, he will walk on the waves and carry you to shore. When you heart feels empty beyond reason, remember God loves you.

An emotional spear was ****** into me the day you walked away from us. Now I sit looking for strands of sanity to bind up the wound you inflicted upon me. Still going crazy all hours of the day and night, I cannot fill the void you left in me. Try as I might I cannot put back the thing you took with you as I try to mend the hole you left in my soul.

The world is round but some of us are square pegs, that doesn't mean that we do not fit somewhere. Despite our differences, we are all of the same fabric. We are all born in the same way and all have the same needs. We are taught what we know and often are close minded, but in the end we are all part of the same humanity.

A time is appointed when all that is broken shall be mended. The stone that was rejected shall become the head of the corner of the building. The beams that were left out will stand upon the stone foundation and hold up the building of creation. In one day all will be made right, when the nail scarred hands of the master builder that is to come makes the repairs that we cannot.

A deep bowl on a cold winters day filled with all of the good things that life can bring. When you mix the best of everything or the best of everyone, you make a soup that is worth eating or ideas that are worth sharing. Either way it can fix what is wrong with the soul.

Colorful umbrellas and waders as little ones splash in puddles. Little streams flow down sidewalks where leaves are used as boats to race down to the mighty ocean. Sprinkles fall down and laughter abounds, what a joy to see children in the rain.

Through the eyes of faith, there is no mountain that cannot be moved. Through the eyes of faith, we know the right path to choose. Through the eyes of faith, children have perfect trust. Through the eyes of faith, the smallest thing is just enough. Through the eyes of faith, to life there is no end. Through the eyes of faith, God is always there to lend a helping hand.

Soft and cuddly they bounce around. Purring like hyper active motors they chase each other down. They will lay on their backs and play with their own tails. Cute and mischievous and always curious. Kittens are fluffy bits of love, that will keep you laughing all of the day long.

Life is a spark then a light then a bit of smoke. In between these moments is when we truly are meant to live. What we do will define us for an eternity. Do we put our flicker of light under a lamp shade or set it on a pedal stool so that it may shine brightly and dispel the darkness so that others may see.

Grown ups fight over what children do not understand. Soccer ***** cannot be played with because land mines are strewn across their fields. Those who are older think they know what is best. They yell and scream at each other then send the young to die for nothing. When the dust settles and the smoke clears and the land is torn apart, the motherless and fatherless are left in abundance. They roam the streets and play in garbage to pass the time of day. They huddle together to keep warm and safe. The older ones try to help the younger ones with little in the way of knowing how. They can only emulate what they have seen and that seem wrong somehow. So to break the cycle of depravity, we must all yell stop. The masses must simply sit down and say enough. When the grownups become idle and bring governments to their knees, only then will we begin to build more soccer fields and farms. Then perhaps there will be families instead of broken children left over from fighting that didn't solve anything.

Someday the spirit will be set free from the physical body. It will fly free in an infinite new universe. With the human mind connected to machines, the internet will become reality. You will not have to shoot for the stars, when you can explore a cyber world of your own making. Anything will be possible as we travel at the speed of light, passing on ideas and communicating with thought alone. Borders will be forgotten and walls will be torn down. We will be able to look into the ideas of another from their electronic eyes. No more will we be constrained by governments or laws of prohibition passed by dictators and despots. We will finally be free to build upon the blocks of knowledge that have been lain down for us and to be able to create things not even imagined as of yet.

Just as a child awaits the birthday and presents that they know will come, so I look forward to tomorrow. While violence swirls around the globe and uncertainty fills the airwaves, miracles are coming alive all around us. Where the crippled once could not walk, now they can receive new limbs. Where the deaf could not hear, now sounds are being given back to them. Where disease once ran amok, now new discoveries are healing the sick. When we once stood in awe of the stars above us, soon we will be visiting them. For all of the doubt that is forced upon us, the best of what we are can still rise above the fray. Our expectations should be for our future and not trapped in the here and now, as we all hope for a brighter day.

Direct your efforts that what makes a positive change. Open up your mind to new ideas and possibilities. Step into another persons shoes and walk with them to help carry their burden. Stay fixed on the goal at hand. When you endeavor to make a difference through determination and resilience, things can be made better when we truly focus on change.

When the stars fall from the heavens and the final curtain is drawn. The skies will part and roll back like a scroll. The veil between worlds will be torn into. All will see the truth that has been hiding in plain sight. To those for whom death holds fear, their dread will have come true, but for those who have accepted life, there will be much to do. In a moment and a twinkling of an eye, the whole universe will change. What to some is the end, will to others be the beginning.

Wheels tracks and long guns covered by drab paint. Roaring with the sound of thunder as they clank along their way. Spewing forth fire and lead as they drive fear into the hearts of men. Across broken fields cut with furrows then fertilized with blood. Yet no crops are planted ,only The Souls of mortal men. See the Riders hidden Within told to go forth as Angry Men. Driven to wage war against their brother to cause grief and sorrow to father and mother. Now comes there fiery end as dragons breaths break. For Thunderbolt spiral down upon them as if to fall from Olympus Great Heights. So the iron cages of War become tombs and coffins for those that lie Within. So at lasts all that is left is death in burning fiery Graves of metal wrapped around the lives of the men that went forward in the iron horses of War.

A hope in the unseen, a belief in the divine. Holding on to something that human understanding cannot define. Believing in the absolute power of a divine creator, this is my sword and my shield. Faith is the weapon that I choose to wield.

When the darkness falls and the shades of evening surround me, I will consider his word and steadfastly meditate upon it. When the cold of the night cuts through me, I will seek out his wisdom and his spirit to comfort me. When the heart of the night surrounds me and the stars begin to fade, I will hold fast to his hand and stand upon his promises. In the night watch I will wait upon the lord, even until the morning shall come and renew me.

The jewels of the heaven have grown dim and they no longer twinkle. The desire to wish has gone and the world has lost it's desire to look skyward. Hope and child like wonder have disappeared and has been replaced with worry and mistrust. The first star to the right and straight on until morning no longer leads to never land. The Southern Cross and the North Star are no longer true guides. So as the lights of the heaven dim and reality begins to skip a beat, what will we wonder when all of the stars start to fall?

I see the degrading of what once functioned well. I wonder why confusion has come to it. What mishap could have destroyed the harmony of the sight, oh when will the ship right itself?

Whizz, whir and buzz the computer came alive. The internet was born and the doors were opened. Pathways were now available that were not there before and knowledge's door was open wide for all to walk through. For good or ill, the genie is out of the bottle and what we do with it is up to us. For some it is a weapon or a thing for malicious intent, but for many it is hope and the breathe of life. The chains of oppression are broken when free and unfettered knowledge is allowed to be exchanged. A brave new world was shaped the day the internet was born and life as we knew it will never be the same.