Soft and cuddly they bounce around. Purring like hyper active motors they chase each other down. They will lay on their backs and play with their own tails. Cute and mischievous and always curious. Kittens are fluffy bits of love, that will keep you laughing all of the day long.

Through the eyes of faith, there is no mountain that cannot be moved. Through the eyes of faith, we know the right path to choose. Through the eyes of faith, children have perfect trust. Through the eyes of faith, the smallest thing is just enough. Through the eyes of faith, to life there is no end. Through the eyes of faith, God is always there to lend a helping hand.

Colorful umbrellas and waders as little ones splash in puddles. Little streams flow down sidewalks where leaves are used as boats to race down to the mighty ocean. Sprinkles fall down and laughter abounds, what a joy to see children in the rain.

A time is appointed when all that is broken shall be mended. The stone that was rejected shall become the head of the corner of the building. The beams that were left out will stand upon the stone foundation and hold up the building of creation. In one day all will be made right, when the nail scarred hands of the master builder that is to come makes the repairs that we cannot.

An emotional spear was ****** into me the day you walked away from us. Now I sit looking for strands of sanity to bind up the wound you inflicted upon me. Still going crazy all hours of the day and night, I cannot fill the void you left in me. Try as I might I cannot put back the thing you took with you as I try to mend the hole you left in my soul.

When you think you are alone, his arms are open wide. When you have fallen and think you can't get up, there is a nail scarred hand reaching out to you. When the burden seems too great to bear, there is a shoulder you can lean on. When you have lost all hope and are surrounded by the waves of despair, he will walk on the waves and carry you to shore. When you heart feels empty beyond reason, remember God loves you.

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“If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is - infinite.”
― William Blake

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In this room
Drowning,
In ocean flesh,
Our days, replay,
With eyes cut
Out under sheet
Of stars.  All is
Not real, screened
For a soul, lost
On the dry lands
We bury ourselves
In.  

      One day we shall
Wake into the sun,
And bathe in the light
Of unbridled constellation
And voids deeper than
Life, holy and actual
Like drowning flesh,
Come, alive in sky,
Lit by eternal sheen,
Lost memories, grace,
Being burn, new sparkle,
Cast to air, as embers preen.

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