Time, where does it flee? I can’t seem to catch it; the clock’s open hands play a trick on me. Time unforgivingly commands, and I listen. Face down and submissive,I march to its dictatorial beat. Why does time, unbending, control me? Why aren’t I in the lead? Time holds me hostage, no matter the plea. …

What is it about these pagesthat trap ink, and, yet, free me? They listen without judgment and instruct without decree. These pages absorb my mind’s heavy blows with ease.To them, my turbulent thoughts are air. I’m sure it’s for good, my naked thoughts are stripped by that which does not care.   These vaulted pages release my inner darkness;my soul …

When the lights go out,  You are working.  When the lights stay out,  You are working.  The source of Light,  The source of Hope, Your love is all I need.  When darkness tries to make a home in my heart,  When darkness seems to own my future,  The power of your resurrection  Wins back my …

You are the light,  When I cannot see. You make my world bright,  Even when what I want cannot be. 

I wonder if this deep sadness is true? Or, is it divine longing that whispers this life isn’t through?  I’ve experienced happiness so sweet;  now that it’s gone, all that’s left inside is to weep. My heart has broken, and a part of me has died. At least at love, I can say I tried.  I …

I wrote this during my freshman year of college, and it’s stayed with me. I will wait in your garden of dreams,to uncover the mysteries of the unseen.To plant the seeds in your season,so they can grow upon wisdom and reason. There I will sit, amidst your strength, until your son opens the gate, to …