Dear Tom #1
Understand as you hold the nail firm in your angry torment that neither the hammer or the nail are new.
Understand as you hold the nail firm in your angry torment that neither the hammer or the nail are new.
I’m sick of the stress. I’m sick of the suffering. I’m sick of the disease, as ironic as that sounds.
Before every Sunrise comes the darkest part of night. Don’t wake up for the Sunrise, wake up for the darkest part that makes the Sunrise explode into your soul.
I had no idea what I was in for in that holy instant when the rains came and the flood waters descended upon my world.
Ah, the night, that time when the mind refuses its call to slumber, that time when rants and raves fill the heart with a desire unique to the tortured soul. Alone we stand even in […]
It felt good to let go, to watch her walk freely into the world on the path she had chosen for herself. Her smile was evidence of a just Universe, her life since then proof of something wonderful. Yes, beautiful things can come from the ugliest of places.
So I’ve made this commitment to write something every day of lent as part of my “Give Something, Don’t Sacrifice, for Lent” thought. Rather than sacrifice, say, ketchup for lent, I decided to share my […]