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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... I have always dreamed of this... <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... Sometimes 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 ... 'these darkened shadows were on a mission . . . '
<center>The Journey
Beyond the edge of safety
we journeyed
as adventurous children.
Our weary feet carried us
through wooded thickets;
treasu... Once 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... <center>
The Last Dance
Sultry in fashion
shades of mango
swirling to trance.
Casting webs
laced with gold
the enchantress danced.
Captiva... You want to drill for oil in the Alaska National Wildlife Refuge? Here's my take on it. . . Watching 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... Some journeys never end,
especially if they are traveled
Alone There''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... <p> <embed src=" http://www.authorsden.com/adstorage/9121/Time_Warp.mid "hidden="false"border="0"width="310"height= "45"autostart="true"autop... For 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... Who are we, and what shall we be? Honesty humility empathy. Sandwiched...between the ''American dream'' and the unfair reality We 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?
I added this to my bio recently, and a few suggested I post it as well. Rock. <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...
Reflection the words,
True feelings of heart
lay open to the world,
The most vulnerable parts.
The secret places
lay sleeping and hide,
Wishing & ... |
