If it hurts, If it brings misery, Why does it happen again and again? How can so much

Much have I wandered From one life to another. My sorrows I have pondered, injustices that threaten to smothe… A mind of barbs and brambles

Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know

A Gentle Breeze Warm crowns of light Rustling trees The summer’s delight Gossamer threads

When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions

A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.

First, A mistake. Quicksand. Second, A broken promise.

I think I understand Why Adam took that bite. To throw away Eden, peace, love, God’s favor. Because, in the end,

Was it too much to ask? Perhaps this truly is fair, some retribution for past misdeeds or a shield against unnecessary pa… But that is not for you to decide

How can I ever Prove to you? For a chance that was never leaped. A divide

You Were the sunlight. You brought me

Was I given a chance? Did I miss that which I have aimed

I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to