As you start to enter another chapter,
In your souls journey, to eternity,
Do you just go with the flow,
Or try to take hold, of yourself,
Discover, and get to know, your soul
I am writing these words, on Christmas Day,
Jesus Christ’s birthday celebration,
The reason, for this special holy day.
Jesus, and all of us, share the same father,
God, and from a vision, he created, our lives,
This planet we float on in space, the sun, without it
We would all chill to ice, at a very fast pace,
The sun can also blind us, if we stare at it, too long,
With the eye’s on our face. All humans need water to survive,
Although to much in your lungs, you can die. God created, planet earth,
He gave us this life to learn, we are here to discover our soul,
We are now living our turn, for on the final judgement day,
To Heaven, in the kingdom of God, our souls will return.
The original Tom Maxwell © 09/26/2025 AD

At the beginning, I wrote, I am writing this on Christmas day, the date is nine months later,
I have hundreds of writings, I started, I may have got distracted, our lost the flow.
The title, never think you are finished, we always have unfinished business, trying to discover our Soul

My eyes gaze. Letter after letter.
Page after page.
Chapter after chapter.
I’m carefully flipping through pages.
I just can’t finish this book.

Because I don’t feel curious enough.

I keep finding myself re-reading the same chapter. Starting over. Just one more time.

It’s like one of those dreams that occurs once in a while. The ones you wish to never end.

Unfinished chapter. Yet thoroughly read.

To all my never-finished poems,
don't think you are of less worth,
because I gave up on you,
I couldn’t keep writing,
not because I didn’t care,
but because,
there wasn't more to say.

To all my never-finished poems,
you carry so many thoughts of mine,
so many ideas that once seemed great.
So much pain, because I didn't know,
what I was supposed to write,
so the best thing to do,
was to let go.

Maybe that's how you are meant to be,
just a concept, never completed.
Perhaps that's just the way it is,
I can't force you,
can't force a poem.

I wonder what the pages I left hanging feel.
All of the things I promised I would write on it — gone just like that.
Does it still have the faith in me?
Will it ever be able to trust someone else if they found it?

I feel sorry for those pages,
but I do have a reason!
I may not be the best person there is,
but I do wish for every page to be finished —
pages full of words, proud and filled.

But if I were to deliberately finish one
just for the sake of finishing it —
won't that be unfair to the page?

Therefore, I made a painful decision:
to leave it unfinished!
Unfinished it may be, so,
but at least it will still have the essence of something meaningful.

I hope the page forgives me
for what I took away from it.
But I never had a better choice.

After all,
it is my fault.

                                                                                   -Asher Graves

With in my heart lays a book

A book of our unfinished story

Our love story written within the stars

But the winds never came to turn our pages

We hid our love for others

Never allowed ourselves our desires

Only to lose you to another

Unconnected bridge of unspoken words

The author never wrote our ending

I will not let go of our unfinished love story

So wait for me in our next life

We will write our love story amongst the stars

As we turn our pages

Losing ourselves in our love and passion

Connecting our souls as destined

Our unfinished love story has an ending

-Shelly Ramos

Could not thou have claimed me, too
When with intent you came.
Took her soul and off you flew
And left I ne’er the same.

Come sit with me by the fire
Take in the glow and warmth
The lights are low and the night is young
Time for a chat, a look back
The mood is fine and all is divine
Sit back, relax, and ease your mind
Let's pause and now rewind the time
To replay the moments: highs and lows
Looking at some decisions you chose

Come sit with me for a little while
Come close and let me hold you child
The storm outside is full of fury and sound
But in here you are on safe solid ground

Come sit with me for a moment or two
In this space, it's just me and you
Let me tell you a story from many years ago
A tale of love and honor suffering and glory
But there is something else you must know
It is as yet unfinished even to this day
Still, it remains the Life, the Truth, the Way

It begins at the beginning the first husband and wife
Everything was perfect and they knew no strife
They walked freely with God in complete honesty
And all the world was blessed in perfect harmony