Time is heavy and light. Invisible and visible to the eye.
Relationships were made for time, as time came first marking the beginning of time.
How do we utilize our time? Is it well spent or have we imagined it all?
Tag: life
Who Cries Besides I?
Does the grass cry, when pasture and lawns are being mowed? Do trees cry out to God, asking to ease … More
Love no more
I’m not mad, he made my day; when he walked away.
Love no more, He went away.
As I stood in the doorway and watched him walk away.
Stormy Nights
The night moves and all souls follow.
At night we lay. Begging for the end of our sorrows….
At night we Swallow
Cold Blood
I feel it.
And hear it passing me by.
Shadowing and hovering over me
An Amaranthine Love
Upon my skin, starting with the palms of my hands. Praying to be cleansed, as I reach out and over my porch.
