Memories of past fears and troubles with no peace, thinking on and on about the past, not able to let it go. Hope seems wilted. A person crying out to be rescued from their own thoughts and memories of the past.

You are my role model, and I learn from you.

I saw a defined cloud in the shape of a dove and felt a warm tingling of peace washing over me.

A story of when apathy has become a jail keeper and killer.

Just something I thought up.

A witness to murder…

Let’s spread and share the Word of God.

This was written during my teenage years. You know how confused young people can get about life. Be Blessed.

We must be a witness while we can, because those going to Hell are without Hope, unless we go out and try to reach them.

I was scared of it. But it wasn’t the real danger.