When I listen to bad news, I feel depressed,
And sometimes I wonder why I get so stressed –

By the light of the faintest glimmer
Of hope must we ride along ….

Truth is represented
by all things good –
Things that sustain us,
and rightfully should —–

By the light of the faintest glimmer
of hope we must ride along
The frightening edge of disaster
in the face of injustice and wrong…

Sometimes luck simply runs out.

You are my weakness and my strength.

Arms wide open, I knew that I would receive a download straight from the Father’s Heart.

A little poem about our life chain. What has to done here? I am hoping that all my sorrows are washed in this ambrosial rain.

You were never mine to love.

You expect the best from a partner.