A Few Brilliant Ideas...

A nugget, a pearl. Something that we find after long searching and long suffering. When we meet it, it slices us across the face leaving a bruised imprint, mottled black and purple. Wisdom is not necessarily painful, but it always leaves its mark, and often times it is just as lacerating as foolishness. In the core of this

Emotion is not captive to instruction, don't pretend like you have any more control than I do. Anger flares at abrasion, frustration with lack of success, sorrow with loss. It amazes me that you think love is any different. Love is a choice. Yes. I agree, but love is also a yearning. We do not conjure or decide

I've heard this phrase used before, other have said it, and it frustrated me. For to call my love simple desire for another is simply an injustice. It is like painting over the Mona Lisa with muddied water at the bottom of a dish drainer. It is like stepping on a Monet, so desperate are you to leave

He knelt beside me drawing patterns in the sand. Fragments of a story and I could tell there was more, so much more that I'll never understand. You learn to be okay with that though, to accept people for who they are. Especially when they're better, better than you could ever be. It's not that you give up

Is it possible That you can't hear God because You keep on speaking?

I have forgotten what is most important. ---------------------------------------- My eyelids flicker open to filtered light as shades capture the stream and redirect it to the hardwood floor, I swing feet over hardened frame as smooth, cool textures claim my attention in sensation as my nerves explore. Each day begins and ends with the setting of the sun, and

The world is a fabric. The human a needle, and the patterns we sow begin hasty, confused, trembling. And as we grow older, the weave becomes steady, rhythmic, and a pattern emerges from the ashes of our failed attempts. We launch ourselves into this design, this ancient art, rediscovered by the contemporary child. Our application becomes non-discriminatory, and

The ethereal presence of unity of the stars around their mother. She calls them all to gather round, and one shoots across the sky  just to tease his little brother. Before she knows it, they're all aloft, all her children born of old. They survey the world beneath, and make fine their astral trail, choosing silver over gold.

I stirred a monster, I think to myself, as I type this words on my sleek black keyboard. I originally thought to put words on paper was nice, and something along the lines of, "Oh yes, I'll have to do it again soon." But here, instead, it has become an insatiable desire, consuming me. I cannot sleep for the

The world is eclipsed in a moment of silence as the earth breathes inward. Light washes over the frame of a child's hand, and a shadow transcends time on the ground beneath. The memories of lost souls etch themselves on the mirror and the air tastes of regret. Silence fades, at the roar of an awakened beast; The

"We met over an empty glass. That's usually how it all begins with me. Well, perhaps not an empty glass in particular, but something so strange that when I try to remind people of it, they usually don't believe me. You remember though. You always have been good at remembering that type of thing. It was 2004 and

My fingertips are barren wastelands, no mystical swirls of life preaching words onto an empty page. ... This is what it is to forget how to write. -------------------------------------- My stomach curls inward as the earth rolls beneath my feet as the words leave me, a river flows to the ocean. Passion colors my face, and I feel the

This must be a delusion, this must be insanity, and I've come to the conclusion, that my dreams are fantasy, to be or not to be. I look at all the puzzle pieces that once fit so nicely together, but the edges have decreased to rounded clouds of stormy weather. And I pray for some hope, for some

Devotions “Woe to the world for btemptations to sin!Greek stumbling blocks" style="border: 0px; color: grey; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-style: italic; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top;">2 cFor it is necessary that temptations come, dbut woe to the one by whom the temptation comes!8 eAnd if your hand or your foot causes you to

Devotions "At that time the disciples came to Jesus, saying, “Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?” 2 And calling to him a child, he put him in the midst of them 3 and said, “Truly, I say to you, unless you uturn and vbecome like children, you wwill never enter the kingdom of heaven. 4 xWhoever humbles himself like this child is the wgreatest in the kingdom of heaven.