You can, of course, make choices, and…You can, but it may cost your soul.
Category: Faith
journée
A day is born
growing into your name
Really, my friend, I so wish you could see; You are as firm as your nameplate to me.
superhuman
I used to dream of invisibility… or flight.
to what we never tried
With so limited a vista, no wonder I haunt you! I’ve nothing better to do.
INTO PARADISE MAY THE ANGELS LEAD YOU
FEAR NOT! The angels always say.
the climb
The ladder takes me up to where? A too-small portal waiting there.
Good God? – a ramble ’round golgotha
somanycontradictions
wrong turns?
I now own my road
And revel in its
redemptive reality.
And that will make all the difference.
Sonnet XXII – adieu to much ado
I’ve heard that stupid is as stupid does; so I am done with “doing” stupid now.
Running… for What? – #SoCS
Run, walk, crawl, and ALWAYS be open to go someplace you didn’t plan. You might have been given a faulty map at the start.
Sonnet XXI – moons will be
CONTROL is my Achilles’ heel, you see; I like to think that I can call the moon.
movement
what if backwards is the right direction?
like butter – #SoCS
That wasn’t how the day was supposed to end…
Ben 6.0?
Tracking my software development.
halo-ringed
This is the essence of hope – Vistas unshrouded by light.
honesty – #SoCS
Honesty is hardly ever heard, and mostly what I need from you.
Sonnet XVIII – Fear Not the Poet
Fear not the poet’s cryptic form or rhyme.
crying eyes cast downward
This canvas was not meant to be pierced.
Yes! Oh, Yes! Oh…No, Not Yet.
Just what would that look like, a day with no “no”s?
