my Sweet Affinity
How much is too much Of me? How much can you hear? How much can you see? How much can you bear Of me, my Sweet Affinity? Which time is the last time You’ll […]
Love
Our Love Heals
I am unsure and like a child again searching for her arms, her breast, her soothing voice. The tears I cry are hidden by the salty remains of the wave I let loose on the world, but they are there. Sometimes best cried in solitude, other times best hidden from even the parts of me that want to let them flow.
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The Unkempt Man
A man walked into church one day. He looked haggard, tired, unkempt and his clothes were unwashed and wrinkled as if he had slept in them for days. He could not help but notice the stares of the congregation as he moved to a pew near the back of the building.
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A Conversation of Love
My friend you ask such a wonderful question! Let me try to answer you in the only way I can. Let’s be still for a moment…
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Her Eyes (Love’s Warrior Series)
Yes, this was Love for him. It was the Kingdom of God he might never have seen if not for those eyes. It was the Garden of Eden he was cast out of when he became ashamed of his nakedness. It was the realization that of the million lifetimes he had felt course through his moments this one exposed the Truth of truths.
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Tearing Down the Walls
Ok, fine Universe, I remember the lesson. There is order in this mess, silence in the noise, light in the darkness. Somewhere…find it, search for it, and it will come. Or not.
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The Liberation of Me
I look around in my box, this place I have built for myself that somehow feels safe. As the storm rages out there I see the beginnings of truth. This box is painful. Each piece of timber laid, each window set, each nail driven a testament to pain.
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Is This the Forgotten Side of Aurora? A Firefighter’s Sacrifice
He saved his girlfriend’s life. He shielded her, he protected her, and he died for her. Many of us would do the same thing for someone we love. Yet, how many of us would do this for someone we don’t even know? I know hundreds, if not thousands, who would and some who have.
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Freedom is Not Free (Gun Control is Still Control)
To me, it is this simple. The mechanism by which a deranged human being carries out his fantasies is not the issue. A man bent on killing others will find a way to carry out is will regardless of what weapon we put in his hand.
