4am and lost in thought. Thinking of dreams unrealized and promises broken. Leadings of God not followed and the unhappy consequences of those actions. Praying a little. “God, you know what I want to do with my life, right?”, even as I look forward at the years which lie ahead to realize that the number …
Maybe, Just Maybe
I marvel as he continues to draw me even still, and it causes the flickers of hope to ignite within me that maybe,
Rosebush
The tiny apparatus beneath my tongue, The one that forms a phrase, and gives me strength to speak it, Disappeared whenever I saw him. Words - once friends, companions, Would flee. His face, so striking, It rendered me speechless. His beauty - erased every eloquent phrase From my memory. And it wasn't like he was …
...Just Thoughts... 