An introverted look at the art of dealing with being in pain for over 1/2 a lifetime.

Creep.

You meet many people,
Some good, some bad.

Poem.

What does it take
to turn on a light bulb?
a mechanism like
a switch against a wall …

A poem about the walls we build and the one that won’t ever let them stand in the way of love.

All of us have sinned and come short of the glory of God. We in our own strength are outside the walls of Heaven. We have earned our place in Hell. But by His grace God sent Jesus Christ, His own Son, who died outside the wall, That we might have salvation and a place in Heaven.

One of my happier poems…

This poem was written about different colored stones in story form.

Time is not a luxury that life has afforded you.