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

People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much

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

Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.

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

Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future

Forces of Nature more powerful than earthquakes, than tsunamis, the bane of happiness

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

In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,

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

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