Our Salvation Lives because of the God of Abraham Lives.
Jesus the Christ while he walk the earth has healed many lives.
Now that We whom walk in his place are meant to do the same.
Christ says that he will go to the Father for Us in things that we need.
To do the same works that Jesus has done while he was here.
We too should be able to heal others as he has done before Us.
For We have his Spirit that dwells within Us it is called the Helper.

I am the only girl sitting in a deserted library.
Lonely girl, sad girl.
Girl who fills her mind with fantasy
and fiction.

The empty rows of shelves,
The unoccupied study cells.
She sees it all, but dreams of
Her comforting bed, her soft pillow.

The printer whirs, the night deepens
And the moon shines through the loose blinds.
Mismatched books, cluttered highlighters,
She has it all in front of her

But midnight strikes, and the tantalizing urge to
Procrastinate presses on her mind.

In my dream,
I walk alone, and it’s
Cold,
Windy,
Harsh.
No voices but the wind’s.
The wind begs me to sit,
And I find a tree and sit
On its roots.
A bat flies out of the tree,
A black shadow against an even
Blacker sky,
A dark heart in a dark soul.
The last leaf in the forest stirs,
And then Winter arrives,
Cold,
Windy,
Harsh.
I try to hold our memory in my head,
Of when this forest was green,
And we were new and fresh,
Warm,
Still,
Kind.
In my dream, you appear
And I meet your eye.
But your memory is absent
Quicker than it came,
And I am left alone,
Cold,
Windy,
Harsh.

The reason for the season is not Santa
Lights, trees & gifts are beautiful things
But beyond those is something far better...
Christmas marks the birthday of the King

The King that washed off all our sins
Turned us from darkness into Holy beings
Set us free and gave to us life eternal
Brought us into union with our Father

The best gift to give is the Gospel
The best gift to receive is salvation
Jesus was born to save God's people
And He did, this is good news...
Share it as you enjoy your celebrations.

Missing
are the words
to properly send forth
into the beyond,  the abyss,
The netherworld , your soul,
Sweetness,
Be they lost or never thought
of,  absent from the tableau,
any kind remiss,
which mortal souls,
besides the Bard,
have no words for,
are what
I wished to write down,
as your fitting
Eulogy.
But
I have not words
For.
Lie in peace.
Dear.

You're the reason the ink bleeds across my page.