On Days Like this…

For in menace this abode resides,I have been pulled under once or twiceAs the tide rises. Maybe more or not,For I have lost count. I am above the waters, I like to think,An inch or two, you would find my chin.I sway in uncertain rhythm,As I paddle my limbs and hope not for the waves. …

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GOD’S BRUSH STROKES.

You are, A painter's touch The spring of existence A sculptor's hand The root of creation A poet's word The psalm of David. You are, The beauty of a broken branch; The mockery of perfection. You are, The courage in Daniel; The bravery in David, The strength of a thousand warriors, A ray in the …

I’m not Afraid, but sometimes I am.

​Dim lights, Still too bright Scorching deep with bravery still in bars.  If I could take hope, I would give her wings to soar the sky expanse . If I were strong enough I would tilt gravity,  Teaching my me to sprout faith bigger than a mountain.  Talking with nature and hearing her tales.  I …