Tears

Bottled Tears

Angels from on high, come to wipe the tears from our eyes,
For our Father knows when we cry.
He feels our pain, and knows our heart, to him it is plain,
I’ve seen him cry, and have seen him weep,
His feelings for us run so very deep.
So what has overwhelmed your heart?
Has sorrow took the place of joy?
Distressed are you now, and full of doubts,
He knows your fears, He feels your pain.
All your emotions that flow as tears,
He keeps in his bottle, Throughout all of your years.

MFL

As The Water Falls

As I said in the start of my Blog, I have been inspired by the two greatest things in my life, to write some stories, and poems. Some may not make any sense to you, but somewhere in my mind, they were an expression of my love and devotion to my Lord, and also, to my Wife.

This one was, and is to my Sunshine!

Waterfall

As the waterfall that beats the ground
So my heart beats, but not a sound.
Helplessly the stream races on,
To the fall, its endless song.
When I behold the sunshine of your face,
The way you walk, You have such grace.
Still beating harder within my chest,
To hold you close, to taste your breath.
This thought that fills with pure delight,
Even in darkness, You are my light.

MFL

LIFE PATHS

In a dream I saw a path that lay before a small infant, there were angels carrying this precious child along. I could hear them communicate the wonders of God to this tiny human being, showing all of the goodness and love of a faithful creator.

The path was clearly marked “The path of Life”. As I pondered in my heart the meaning of this I realized that God was showing me the way to know real life.

As I considered these things, I noticed in my dream that the infant was now a young adult, in his face could be read the scars of many battles. I was confused, How could God who showed such tenderness and love to this infant, now allow him to have had such a rough life? It was then that I saw him approach a fork in the path, and from the look on his face I could tell that he had been here before, not at this place, but at this choice. Which way to travel? What was best, and what would bring the most satisfaction? Both paths were clearly marked, There was one that was beautiful, the sight glorious to the eyes, it’s pleasures beckoning to his young and foolish heart. But the details of this path clearly stated that the end was darkness, and pain, and separation from the creator of all living things. In my mind there was no real choice, but why then did this man seem so perplexed. Then I noticed the other path, It was marked...”The path of Life”, and the details of this path too was clearly stated. The end of this path promised Life, Love, Joy, Peace, and Beauty beyond human comprehension. There would be no sickness, no death, and no sorrow. And the one who created the path, and all of its beauty would be there. But along this path there would be hard times, trials, and even death, but with all of the trials there is a promise of inner peace, of joy undisturbed, and protection from ever falling...It was then I remembered the angel that carried this little infant at the start of his life.
I now realized, this man had been on the path that leads to destruction, for how many years I do not know, and now again he had to face the choice, which path will he travel, the hard lines on his face showed that he yearned to follow the path of life, but everything within him craved the pleasures that the path of destruction promised, which would be better, to live life now, to enjoy the thrills, but end up bankrupt. Or to deny the pleasures of this present life to enjoy the fruit of everlasting life offered by following the path of life?

I awoke, and sweat flowed from my brow, my hands were shaking, and my heart beating hard... It was my face that I saw on the man in my dreams, those hard lines that covered his face were caused by the choices I have made in my life, those that caused me to turn from the one who cared for me as no other in this world could ever. Where was I now, on what path did I belong, I knew what was the right way, but where was I now?

What about you my friend? Are you at a fork in the path of life, look to the end of the path, not the path, for that which is at the end of the path will last forever...Will it be Life? Or will it be Death?

Mat 7:13 Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat:
Mat 7:14 Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.

MFL 2-11-2001

Sky Painting

I am the Sky, So Bright and so Blue,
My canopy covers the Grass, the Trees, and Dew.
I fill my canvas with Clouds by day, and stars by night,
The Shooting star is seen, and the Eagle soaring high.

But you, My Love, Illumine the sky Ever so Bright,
You fill my painting and dazzle my sight.
Your Love is as the Sun, Burning yet not consuming,
Your Rays sink deep into my Soul
And Warms my Heart with Love untold.

I watch You all of the day, and smile as you move on,
But grow sad, as I see you slip away, Then you are gone.
I wonder, Oh where are you my Love, my Dove, My light,
My canvas now filled with night.

Then I see it, the twinkle of the stars,
as though they are winking at me from afar.
The moon I see illumined by your Rays,
Reminds me I was lost in Days.
The night Sky too has beauty up above.
I see it now, as I am filled with Your Love.

MFL

Peace

My Heart doth break, when I see hate,
This world is torn apart.
Such beauty is seen in creation wide,
But man knows not where to start.

Upon the highest mountain,
And on the plains below.
The search is made for peace,
Something some men may never know.

Why with such expanse in space,
The ocean deep and wide.
Can not the creature with his kind,
In peace therewith abide?

I have looked on high,
I have searched down low.
The truth of this, a mystery be,
Until I did the answer know.

That peace is not within a man,
It is a gift from above,
Not space, or sky, or nature,
But is found in God’s love.
MFL

Roses Are Red

I guess you all know by now, i love my wife dearly.

Roses are red, and all the violets are blue,
what do the color of flowers have to do with you?

The grass is green, and the sky is blue
I think the violets and sky have something going on too!

The birds in the air, the fish in the sea,
tell nothing of the love between you and me!

So what else can I say, what else can I do?
To say that I Love You with nature is like gobbledygoo

But my heart is a pounding, and my soul is on fire,
My blood pressure rising higher and higher

To think of your beauty, and muse on your song,
keeps a smile on my face all the day long.

MFL

Red Headed Little Girl - Part 2

The little red headed girl climbed to the top edge of the giant boy’s pocket, and was able to look at where he was going. He was as happy as he had ever been, and was giggling with such excitement. Just over the next hill, she saw the most enormous house she had ever seen. The front door was so tall, she could barely see the top. There were two doors, but it seemed that only one opened. In he raced, and to his room. He then saw her hanging to the top of his pocket, looking out, and gently flicked her back down. But she quickly scurried back up to the top to watch what he was doing.

He was searching his room, in the closet, and under the bed, he was looking for something. Then he grabbed something and grinned real big. He had a glass jar, and he took the little red headed girl, and sit her on the top of his dresser, and then placed the glass jar over her. This was his new toy. Boy, was she relieved, she was sure now that he wasn’t going to eat her.

Back home in the village, there was quite a stir among the people. Her Mommy was crying her eyes out for the thought that her little girl may just be ate by a giant, this was everyone greatest fear. Her Daddy was determined to go rescue her from the giants, but the others were telling him that it was a fools errand. But he would have it no other way. There were others that volunteered, and soon, a group of men let Bobby lead them through the woods to the clearing and the mountain when she was taken.

They then sent Bobby back, and scolded him to not be silly and try to follow. So off they went, nearly running as they moved through the tall green grass. Then over the mountain, and over several hills, and then they all saw it… There was a house, if you call it that, none of these men had ever seen a giant, only their fathers before them, but they were all warned early as children, so much so, that not even the bravest had ever ventured this close to the mountain.

As they hid behind a rock, they discussed what they would do. They brought rope for climbing, and determined to climb up and into the open window on the east side of the house, the sun already setting, and there were shadows growing here, and gave a good cover from the plain sight of anyone in the house. One by one, they climbed a little way up, and attached another rope to reach even higher each time, until they were at the window sill. Peering in, they couldn’t believe their good fortune, for right across the room from the window, on top of this very tall dresser, her Daddy saw the glass jar, and his sweet little girl. He could see that there were toys of sorts inside the jar with her, as though the giant was keeping her as a pet. But there was no sign of the giant. So they hurried in, and climbed down from the window, and snuck around the room, staying close to the baseboards. Then finally, they reached the Dresser, and one by one they all began to climb up, using the lip of open drawers to climb up on., then The little red headed girl’s Daddy reached the top, and ran toward her, he began to shove and push on that glas jar, it was so heavy, it wouldn’t budge. Then one by one the others reached the jar, and they all began to push, and lift on the bottom, and then all of a sudden, the jar tipped over, and before anyone could react, it rolled across the dresser top, and then went tumbling down to the floor. It smashed into a million pieces, and made the loudest noise, everybody’s heart stopped with fear. They heard thumping, and the floor began to shake, and the sound and rumbling was growing closer. All the men headed to the edge and started climbing down, and her Daddy grabbed her, and ran to the edge, just as the giant boy entered the room, he screamed in horror, he thought that people were trying to hurt his little friend, and was ready to stop them at all cost. Just as he neared them, the little girl cried out to the giant boy, and screamed… WAIT!!! This is my Daddy, and these are my friends. They have worried about me, and have come to take me home, so my Mommy would not be so sad.

The giant boy stopped, and had a big tear running down his cheek, and he started sobbing, and said, I didn’t mean no harm, I just wanted a friend. So the little redheaded girl, said, I will always be your friend, and we can play every day at the sunflower patch.

And so the story goes, that they became friends with the giants, and lived happily together playing and running, and climbing trees, well the giant broke all the trees he tried to climb, but they all just laughed, and had fun.
The End.

Goodnight my little Sunbeam.

Little Red Headed Girl

Told to my little girl as a bedtime story, the fabled “Redheaded” people of the colorful forest. Made up in my weird mind, a story that both frightened, and excited my young audience.

The Adventures of the “Little Red Headed Girl”

Once upon a time there lived in a bright colored forest a peculiar people. They all had the brightest red hair, and wore the biggest smiles. They were happy little people living in the depths of this beautiful forest.

But within this very forest live a very tall and ugly giant. Every day the Giant would thump his big club feet all over that forest looking for food. He was a big mean, and ugly giant too, with no front teeth, except for the two fang teeth on either side of his mouth. He did not even know that the little red headed people existed, for he never saw them. The mommies and daddies told their young children over and over, to never, never, never play near the big mountain, because if the giant ever saw them, he would eat them up for his supper.

Well, as you might guess, one day, this little red headed girl, and her friend Bobby, went exploring through the woods. They pretended to be a knight, and a princess, and played their hearts out. Running and jumping, and climbing the tallest of trees. But while up on one of the highest limbs the little red headed girl saw the most magnificent mountain, it was covered with the brightest yellow sunflowers, and they looked large enough to climb onto, and take a nap on the soft looking pad inside the flower.

So down the tree she climbed, giggling all the way down. Bobby who was chasing a butterfly at the time asked what she was all excited about. When she told him about the mountain and the huge sunflowers, he was terrified. He warned her, No!... we can’t go near that mountain, the giant lives there, and he will eat us up if he sees us! But the little red headed girl just didn’t care, the mountain was so beautiful, and the sunflowers so tempting to climb, so off she skipped thru the woods to the clearing. The bright green grass was tall, and tickled her feet and legs as the skipped along toward the mountain. When she reached the base, she began to climb up the hill, looking back, she saw that Bobby was hiding in the tall grass, too afraid to go any further. She playfully called out to him, and said “Bobby is a scardy cat… Bobby is a scardy cat” she really didn’t know what a scardy cat was, but has always heard that when playing with other children.

It was near Lunch time, the hottest part of the day, and yet it seemed so cool in the midst of these huge flowers, the stem was as big around as her whole body, and the flower was larger than her house. The stem was rough, and kind of sticky, which made it really easy to climb up it to the flower. She had to do some pretty fancy climbing to get to the inside of the flower, but at last she did, and it was not a disappointment. The pad of the inside was just as soft as it looked. She lay against it, and felt like it just wrapped its soft arms around her. She was just about to call to Bobby when she heard it….

THUMP… THUMP… It seemed that the ground was shaking all of a sudden, and all at once, the little red headed girl felt a tinge of fear run down her spine, as all the warnings of the giant flooded her mind. THUMP… THUMP… the sound, and shaking kept getting closer. Then all of a sudden, her flower began to shake, back and forth, till she heard a snap, and the flower she was on began to float higher and higher into the air. Then she saw him, he was so big. His eyes were bright green, and he had this big dumb look on his face. But over all, he wasn’t the monster she had always been warned about. He was really just a kid, like her, but bigger.
He was just about to rip the flower apart to get its precious seed, when she caught his eye. He smiled really big, and squelched with a sigh of delight at what he had found. She was so scared, she just knew any moment, he was going to eat her. But instead he just picked her up gently, and put her in his top pocket, and took her home. He ran with such excitement.

Bobby just watched in horror. He just kept reminding himself, there was nothing he could have done. He watched until they were over the top of the mountain, and out of sight, then he ran as fast as he could back to the village to tell his folks.

There is more, maybe tomorrow.

My Best Friend Donnie

When I was five years old, my family moved across town to the south side of Jacksonville. So my first day of school, was a terrifying one for me. When my Mom took me she saw a kid from the neighborhood named Donnie. She pointed him out to me in an effort to make the whole experience less frightening. I am not sure, but I do not think that we became friends at that time, but early on, we did.

Donnie and I did everything together. Climbing tall skinny pine trees to the very top, and then rocking them till they cracked and fell, us screaming with joy as we rode them down. We built forts in the woods, hunted squirrel with our BB guns, and even terrified a grounds keeper one day when he ventured out in the woods to see what we were doing, (He found himself staring down the barrel of two BB Guns as we defended ourselves).

As we got older, we also got into trouble together. There are so many things to tell, but can only be expressed with the phrase, “A lifetime friendship”. There were good times, and bad, but through it all, we were best friends. I have never doubted that Donnie would give the very shirt off his back to help me, and I the same ( I hope he has gone through life knowing this).

Our lives have taken different paths over the years, And it is unfortunate that we have spoken very little in these later years, but I have no doubt that we are still the best of friends.

There are two stories that always come to mind when I think about Donnie:

1)When we were very young, we rode our bikes to a construction site of a very tall building that was nearing completion in height. At the very top of this building was a crane that extended in height by at least thirty to forty feet. The arm of that crane extended out over the edge of the building. We had a routine of climbing through an obstacle of different means to get to the top of that building, and that is where we would play. But one day we climbed to the top of that crane, and wow what a view. But Donnie, fearless and brave, and to tell the truth a bit crazy, he went out on the arm and was suspended out over nothing, at least thirty floors. He then began to do jumping jacks on that fragile crane arm… Hahahahaha, when I think about that sight, I just crack up. There was a police officer almost ten miles away, which we were able to see turn on his lights, and rush to the site. What fear he must have had, thinking he was going to find that crazy kid splattered on the ground. Those were the days.

2)The next thing that stands out in my mind, when I think about Donnie, is the time we spent, as adults, going around to all of our old partying friends, and telling them about Jesus. The nights we spent at the Drug Rehab Building, sharing our faith with so many others that had no hope, and thought drugs were the only way to fill that void in their lives. Getting saved was such a wonderful thing in my life, but I had eventually lost all my friends, but to my great joy, Donnie trusted the Lord, and once more we spent our time together, now instead of getting into trouble, we were serving the Lord.

I wrote this poem about the friend I found in my Lord Jesus Christ, but even now, when I read it again, I think about Donnie.

I have searched over mountains, and valleys so low,
this lifelong search has burdened me where-ever I go.
A hole in my heart that I have tried to fill,
but all the things that I have gathered, add up to nil.
Neither gold, nor silver, nor jewels that glow,
none of the money, it's happiness I know.
I tried drinking, and drugs, and philosophy too,
plenty of women, but nothing would do.
But there is a treasure that thrills the heart,
I know it, I know it, but where will I start?
What if I stopped here, with no answer to share,
are you wondering with me or do you even care?
I think you are, it is everyone’s desire,
the things of this world are like a big liar.
So what did I find that for you and for me,
would thrill our hearts just even to see?
It is You, My Friend, Your love and your care,
It is something deep inside I can take everywhere.
Gold, Silver, Jewels and Cash,
You can have it all, it just does not last.
But what you give, and I to you,
fills that empty place in our hearts so true.
Thank you My Friend, for laughing,
for crying, for loving, ...For being You.
MFL 2001

To my Best Friend and Brother… I Love You Man!

Daddy Tree

My Dad and Mom divorced when I was six years old. So I didn’t see my Dad a lot while growing up. But after he went home to be with the Lord, it made me reflect on the things that he did during those six years, things that made an impression on my life. I soon realized I was very much like my Dad in many ways. Honesty, Devotion, Dependability, and most of all, a love for the Lord Jesus Christ. He had spent all of those years, teaching us verbally and by his actions these and many other moral qualities. My older siblings had more time with him in our home, and I am sure they benefitted from his living example.

So after his death, and my reflection on these things, I wrote a letter to my siblings, advising them of his estate, and their perspective share, but reminded them that he left us something of far greater value than money, he left us a Godly heritage. As anyone looks on my family, and their families, they all have one thing in common, and it is this heritage, a Godly one, and a love for God, and respect for others.

I wrote this poem to honor my Dad, I really hope he likes it. I included it in the letter I sent to my brother and sisters. I wanted them, to remember with me, that he did right by us.

As a tree in the forest, His branches bright with leaves,
Young children in the boughs, sitting in the breeze.
Forts and carvings, late night tales and such,
Memories are found there, I miss it so much.
That tree now cut down, its branches all gone,
How will others know him, his strength, and his song?
Then I saw in that forest, six trees with his mark,
His seed took root, and has grown with his bark.
New memories now are making, children awed by the sight,
Six trees just like him, their leaves just as bright.
Comfort they bring to others, fun and the like,
Standing in his strength both day and through the night!
MFL-2004

Thank You Daddy… See you soon!

Midnight BBQ

It all started one night when I was about to go to bed. It was a cool spring evening so I opened my window, as many of the neighbors did, to enjoy the cool breeze refreshing the room, and the sweet melody of the whippoorwill that lived in our Sweet-gum tree. I was sleeping like a baby full of milk and a dry diaper, when around midnight I was awakened by a shrill sound that filled the neighborhood, dogs began to bark, and some even howled as though they were in pain. When I was awake enough to determine what the noise was, I realized that it was the neighbors two toy poodles, left outside for the night, probably because they did not want to endure the nauseating sound inside their home. It was a shrill, YIPPPP, YIPPPPP, YIPPPPP.... I had finally had enough, I could take it no more...

In the midst of the nerve rending sound of these miniature monsters that had deprived me of my sleep, and I am sure the sleep of all the neighborhood as well, The owners of these noise makers were probably asleep with their own earplugs in. Suddenly there was the sound of two loud blast that filled the air with a resounding echo, and two last Yelps, then silence....

The moon was full, and the neighborhood well lit by its glorious light, and one by one neighbors began to turn on their porch lights, and came outside to see what had just happened. It was then that the owners of the yipping poodles came out of their back doors to see a man balanced on the top of the privacy fence wielding a large rifle across his chest, with a satisfying look of accomplishment on his face.... The two little monsters lay limp in the back yard, not making a sound...

Then one man down the street climbed up on a ladder to see what was going on, and began to clap... Then one by one they all joined in, the applause was deafening. They all began to walk down to my yard, and shake my hand, some even hugged me as though we were long lost friends reunited. One lady brought a big picture of lemonade, while others brought some chips and cokes, I started my grill, and put on whatever I could find in the fridge, Wow what a good time we all had introducing ourselves and laughing, some even crying with such joy that made us forget the awful reason that we were even there.

Hey, don’t wait until there is a yipping dog disturbing your sleep, get to know your neighbors now while you still have charcoal in the Bar-bie...

MFL 2/28/00

The Big Day

It was the big day!

Since I have known her, from the very day that I saw her, and my heart beat differently, I have known that she would thrill my soul for the entire of my life. It was her smile, her laugh, and the way she spoke. I could tell that she was everything that my heart had longed for in a mate for life.

When she fell in love with me, I was overwhelmed with joy. She was all I could think about. Living in another city, I wrote every day, and called every night. When there was a letter in the mail from her my day was complete.

We decided to get married, and it seemed that the day would never come. All I wanted to do was to have her as my own, all of her, to consume her very being into my own. I wanted to know her as I knew my own soul. But it just seemed that that day would never come.

Every time I saw her I thought that she could not ever be more beautiful than she was that very moment I was watching her. But soon, as I learned more about her, I realized that that her sparkling beauty only deepened in my eyes. She truly was my sunshine. She brightened my day, my life, and my future.

Then it came… The day finally came, and those last twenty-four hours seemed as though they just stopped. Slowly the seconds crept by. Then I found myself dressing in my tuxedo looking rather handsome, I thought to myself. My best man, and usher meeting me at the church, with the pastor taking me through the details of the service. I wanted to see her so much it had been all day, without one glimpse.

There, standing with my best man, an usher, and the little guy holding the pillow with those golden rings, and looking rather bored; I waited. Then the organ started to play that familiar tune, and one by one the brides maids came down the aisle followed by this precious little girl tossing white rose pedals to either side in preparation of the Bride.

The organ started the wedding march, the congregation rose to its feet and turned to meet the Bride as she and her Father entered the room, He to give her away, she to become my wife. As I looked with the others I saw her, as if seeing her for the first time. She was so beautiful. The sight of her took my breath. My heart beat so hard I thought I would faint. My knees became weak and I thought they would fail me. And the thought that she was to be mine overwhelmed me. I did not think she could appear any more beautiful to me that at this very moment.

One day I was greeted with the news that we were to have a baby. That was such great news. It was what we both wanted more than anything. As the baby grew inside of her, she radiated a beauty that I have never seen. I was wrong I thought to myself, she was even more beautiful now than the day I watched her coming down the wedding aisle.

The years have past, and our love has grown. Our daughter has grown as well. One day I was watching my wife of fifteen years, and again, I thought how wrong I have been. There she was, my bride. My wife. The Mother of our daughter. My lover, and my best friend. I saw again in her a beauty that I have never seen. I thought back to that wonderful day when she accepted my vows, and became my wife, how beautiful she was, and now it seems that she has become even more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.

And now, after twenty six years of being married to my best friend, our Daughter has accepted the offer of her best friend to be his wife. There will be plans, and dreams, and happy thoughts. I soon will walk my daughter down the aisle to give her away to start a new life with her new husband. And my Sunshine and I will start a new chapter in our life together.

Our lives lay before us. We will walk it hand in hand. And I am sure that until that day that the Lord takes one of us home, she will continue to surprise me with her increasing beauty.

I look forward to my surprises.

I Love You My Sunshine

My Life

I was lost. Crazy Uh? My life had no direction, and I had this craving to be something. To do something special, to be liked by people, and basically, staying alive while I do all that.

My life really was full of a very gray darkness. I know, you think it sounds weird, did you read the title of my Blog?

There are a lot of details that explain what I mean by darkness, I will not take your valuable time droning on about my wicked past life. But as to why I described the darkness as a “Very Gray”, that is because I had a very loving Mother who shared her love for the Lord Jesus Christ with all her children, but she saw the darkness in my life, and spent a lot of time praying for me, and directing me in the direction of the Lord. I spent all my time, it seemed, running from him once I realized he was who she kept directing me too. It almost felt like I was being tricked into talking to him.

Then, of all things, as I expected to go to the beach one sunny afternoon to celebrate my birthday with some friends. A day of drinking, partying, and basically, getting into trouble, there I sit, in church, not a clue (again) that I had once more let myself be led right into his presence. Then the most fantastic thing that ever happened to me, happened that day, in that church, in that pew. Staring at the preacher as he drone on about being a Christian, somebody spoke to me. Not a person, not the preacher, but this God I had run from all my life, he asked me something… “Are you really a Christian Mike”? “Do you know that pretending to be one will not save you from hell”? “Do you want to go to Hell Mike”? I cried out in my heart, I am sure that God heard every word, and I begged God to save me, I wasn’t sure of the first question he asked, I thought I was saved, I thought I was ok, so I told him, if I wasn’t, then save me, and if I was, then I was his. I promised him, that I would be his!

Then off to the beach I went. Never told a soul about my conversation with God. But he heard me. He took my word, he saved me, and began to change me. I had a miserable time at the beach. And every time I tried to enjoy that lifestyle, it got worse. My life began to change. I now had real direction, God made me something, His child, and he gave me something special to do, to share his love with others, and really important people liked me. He gave me an extended family that loved me no matter how rotten I was before.

No more Gray, no more darkness. I had real light in my life, and I truly didn’t fear death as I once had, because he promised me a place in his home, and he promised that he would come and take me there very soon.

An amazing thing happened to me, I was able to tell my Mother I loved her. After years of being hateful to her, God let me express my love for her before he took her to his home in heaven. I now understand her words to me all those years as a child, when she would tell me that if I didn’t trust in the Lord Jesus Christ, I would never see her in heaven. Now I know I will, one day soon!

The second most fantastic thing that happened in my life was that God had prepared a wife for me. The most beautiful girl I had ever seen before. Brilliant red hair, sparkling blue eyes, just bashful enough to not send me packing the first time we met. We became best of friends for a long time, as God was preparing her and me. Then nervously I told her I cared for her in a romantic way, and would desire to be boyfriend/girlfriend. The rest is history.

I have been inspired by these two fantastic things in my life to write some poetry. There in the padded room of my mind, out of all the chaos, God gave me peace, and gave me words to express my love for Him, and for the wife of my youth. I will share some of those poems in this blog as I get opportunity.

Thanks be unto God for his unspeakable Gift… And Thanks Mom!