Life sometimes gets turbulent and there will be times when the rain will pour down. But hold on and remember, there is bright sunshine above the clouds.

Gray and Plain – I don’t belong.

Haiku.

Infused Visions of My Rain.

A poem written about love and selfishness.

Off of the photo of a picture done by my friend Cassia on Deviant Art.

It was a cloudy day and the sun had a thick veil of clouds to hide its face, so that nobody gets to see its beautiful bright face completely.

Short poem.

Catastrophically moment.

This is Selah, the Hebrew word for pause and reflection, a space in which we become just a little bit more aware of our surroundings. How is God trying to speak to us today?

Written on 9.29.1998

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