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Even in the midst of this bustling city, the sweet smells of spring in the south abound. Although you do not see any flowers in the photograph of this... The Flowers Of Telfair SquareI have always dreamed of this... The Gift<center>
The Gift of Love
As I listen to the distant echoes
waves crash against my shore
and feelings churn within
because I know that there i... The Gift of LoveSometimes God sends an unwelcome visitor to wake up His people.
This poem is loosely based on a true story.
I AM is the Name by which God identified ... The I AM Man'these darkened shadows were on a mission . . . '
The Invaders<center>The Journey
Beyond the edge of safety
we journeyed
as adventurous children.
Our weary feet carried us
through wooded thickets;
treasu... The JourneyOnce visually impaired,
I finally see myself,
as you hoped to see me,
walking freely about.
Internally, I was aware,
but blinded by default,
to the t... The Key To My Map<center>
The Last Dance
Sultry in fashion
shades of mango
swirling to trance.
Casting webs
laced with gold
the enchantress danced.
Captiva... The Last DanceYou want to drill for oil in the Alaska National Wildlife Refuge? Here's my take on it. . . The Last Oil FieldWatching the butterflies as they
flutter on by-
Rocking a baby so that it
won't cry.
Coffee , steaming, poured
in a cup-
Hugging a neighbor when-
chee... The Little Things Some journeys never end,
especially if they are traveled
Alone The Lonely RoadThere''s a lot of professed Christians out there that you would never know, it, by looking at their lives, Something''s not right in this picture!
Roc... The Lord goes before!<p> <embed src=" http://www.authorsden.com/adstorage/9121/Time_Warp.mid "hidden="false"border="0"width="310"height= "45"autostart="true"autop... The Lost HourFor Robert...my publisher
Even now, I can hear their cries.
Yet there are few who will listen as their song into the night slowly fades and dies. (R... The Marsh Of Our ShameWho are we, and what shall we be? Honesty humility empathy. The MaskSandwiched...between the ''American dream'' and the unfair reality THE MIDDLEWe all must be ready as we never know when that night train will come for us. I have my ticket always near my heart. Do you?
The Night TrainI added this to my bio recently, and a few suggested I post it as well. Rock. The Poet<b>~ The Pull of the Tides ~</b>
Can you live here with me
on Land's outermost edge?
Can you live where the wind drives
the scenery eas... The Pull of the Tides
Reflection the words,
True feelings of heart
lay open to the world,
The most vulnerable parts.
The secret places
lay sleeping and hide,
Wishing & ... The Risk
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