You may call me names, but stick and stones will hurt me!

Get to tolerate and correlate with people you meet today. There is one or more lessons to learn from them.

A poem about being the reflection of God. We are clay and He is the Master Potter, Designer and Crafter.

Our friendship with God is wonderful for he cares specially for all human and accept those who listens to his voice.

I just wrote what was going on in my head.

An exploration of the most applied but grossly misunderstood divine quality.

I saw a girl on a bus. It was a vision from long ago. But that was all it was, a vision, tear-stained and dusty.