I could sing a million songs about your love, about your home
I could preach a million words about your son and his ransom
I could walk a million miles,
Tell the world about your heart
But I know it’s worth nothing, without love
So overflow me with your love Lord
Make my heart a place of freedom
Take away all my hatred
Fill me with the love of Jesus
I could move every mountain with the f...
Streets are alight with the flicker of gas lit lamps
The steady trickle of rain from above soaks the pavement
Faces of poor and rich alike are concealed by their umbrellas
Footsteps quick and quit, footsteps loud and broken
Easy breathes come and go as carriages stumble down the street
Crowds of people move in complex patterns somehow in unison
Rain splatters from gutters gushing, spil...
His eyes shifted like the wind, his body pacing against the breeze. He looked down towards the water in pain internally wishing for them to meet. Fighting this will was his counterpart. The other that knew it was a feet of danger. His arms laid at his hips his feet always moving on the ground.
Over and over again the breeze fought his stance then pulled him away, then lost him again to his bodie...
He never knew. He would never know. Of course I never told him. Why would I. I thought maybe someday I could tell him give him some way to know but every try ended up in disaster. My heart was always left feeling guilty and angry.
Now here I am sitting on the edge of my woody window ledge. The night sky is blank above me. The clouds cover up the stars like a quilted blanket and a gentle breeze f...
Light engulfed the dark, encased by nothing but smoke, ash and fear as heat drizzled into every crevice and the stench of burning bark seeped into every particle of air. My feet fumbled as I began to run, the screams of women and children following my footsteps. Maybe I can make it I thought. The quite lake where I had spent most of my days with a laugh in my throat and sunscreen on my face was on...
The wind is gushing through the branches
Can’t you see the flutter of the leaves
It’s voice calls the boughs to sway
It’s voice erases all trace of time
The trees must bow
The branches must bend
As dusk falls over the wood
The breeze whispers the forest to sleep
The deer is nuzzled and the bird swooned
The forest returns the call...
