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

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

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

The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody

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

The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.

Do angels exist? Could creatures of endless grace of immeasurable beauty really walk among us?

Sunshadows, for I wish not to wake. But rather to sleep within the

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

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

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

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