A Few Brilliant Ideas...

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