The Buddha is said to have told a story of a leper who felt so much discomfort and pain that he will dig a pit, make a…
Your Canvas of fearshanging in your room,driving you to tears.
Inspired by an old navy hymn
Eternal Father, strong to saveBy whose mercy and grace I liveKeep me from the pits…
I write so my heart may tell my brain to tell my hands what to do.
In His ribs they thrust a spearIn His wounds they stirred and stirredYet I fail to lay my heart bareTo the one who shows me love so rare
Blame the muse.For what’s a writer’s use? Certainly, not to thrill and amuse.But rather, to violently abuse,Letters, words and…
Though life be frail and quick to endAnd strife be long and slow to spendMan pursues until the very endAgitation of his mind, soul and body.
When life is smooth and sweet like good wine, sip it slowly.
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