There is a struggle, as Eternal as Good and Evil, with-in, a struggle too let go… Of ancient hurt’s, disappointments, broken promises made… to yourself… To revisit the old decay of the past, is depression- and today, it’s time too let go… 



Dear Mr. past,

(That old man which clung to the looking glass, being an acting mask)

Truth has come to clash with your dimming point of, 

 Viewing every situation cloudy…

This is your forced Resignation-


No more debate- 

I see the door open, my way of escape; I now claim the God given title, ‘MASTER OF MY FATE’…

OH, and you’re fired

I recommend you discard some weight.

Pay more attention to every precious moment.

To every smile given; 

To the laughter heard pouring from loved ones.., while they still can be heard… 

If you do this Mr. Past, 

If you comeback with the lessons learned..,

Then maybe,

Just maybe your spot can be re-earned… 

Prayer, for me, is a sanctuary from the troubles of this Life; Prayer is where my cares and worries are heard, where my Weakness is made strong… To ALL those that believe.., Prayer is where we find…

A Peace in Prayer


I look at the reflection of Soul and see an image I haven’t seen before… 
I walk closer to the reflection, not understanding that, when I move closer- 

I begin to change into the very image that beckons me close…;

Joy begins to overflow and compassion pours from eye’s whose seen the extraordinary…. 

I AM with you!”

I hear, and a peace that I have never known washes over me…. 

I AM Home….”


An Idea is the spark of creation. Its the precious ambers at the beginning of a Great raging flame of inspiration… and its fragile, delicate desire to live must be kept safe….

The Birth of Idea


Resting in the space of silence, my thoughts emerge from shell reaching their freshly birthed hands sky-word., as I hear in creation a Heavenly Host shouting  in jubilation,



“it’s a precious Idea you have in your hands…”

Time to take action… Take every Day you see, and step forward into your moment… 

It is Time
At the altitude where only Angels reside, held in thought are the Hopes of a Man… Painted, upon the tapestry of Greatness-

 He desires to make this Life such a sight-

attracting an audience, a Heavenly Host, peering into the window of time just to catch a glimpse of the approaching winds of change…, 

With the one voice of glorious expectation, 

They shout in unison…,

“They are ready..!” 

A Shreak of Amber Explodes through the depths of Darkness which blanketed the Stars… “IT is TIME…” 

“I walk in the Morning shadows of greatness…. ‘
‘What an amazing Dawning of my Time!'” 
“Destiny arises early from its slumber beckoning me to embrace its warmth…” 
“So I seize its amazing grace!”

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