A poem touching the spiritual journey of a Christian finding himself within his religion and questioning the dogmas and ritualistic rites of some who claim the same bite of truth.

Didn’t think it was the best, but constructive criticism is always nice.

A bit of Criticism can be good, but how much can we take?

Criticism and how people react to it.

Just some more thoughts that are stuck in my head.

Just a day in the life of a meditator.

The human spirit is fragile, some people connot handle harsh criticism, the moral to the story is choose your words wisely, not all people think like you.

Just some more thoughts I have, just some things I feel about.

A scenario for handling criticism.

Short, simple, and open for interpretation…
(constructive criticism encouraged)