I tried writing my words in the sand for all to see
Imagine my surprise when right before my eyes it got swept away by the tide of the river in front of me
I then tried to send a message in a bottle the bottle quickly got crushed and the paper turned to mush
I must have rushed and not planed to carefully
I later tried to write something on a stone, it felt good to hold ever so carefully, despite my best plans it slipped through my hands; and landed with too many other similar stones and blended in and I could not retrieve it again
I could have let discouragement win, but I thought I should try it again, because I really wanted to share this message
I tried once more and carefully explored my surroundings
I suddenly saw a big rock I had to trend some water to get there
I carefully took stock in whether or not this rock would do to display the message , and would it be worthwhile
I smiled as I observed that it was solid and could not be  moved by the tides: it had a  firm foundation so firm in fact that it could support my weight
The son shined on it creating warmth and I felt a sense of peace, I felt a release from the struggle of moments before; the words were clearly illuminated by the suns light on the words displayed  like lighting the way for those who would receive the message; and it was good.

I know love is the answer
But what is the question
In the world of today
I can't help but keep asking

Is it comforting a crying child
Or giving a homeless man a hand
Is it telling your brother no matter your color
We can still be friends

Is it helping out the widow
When loneliness is all she sees
Or nothing more than a simple smile
When you pass someone on the streets

Is it valuing that someone
When they feel no need to live
Or giving the last of what you've got
When it's the last you've got to give

Is it stepping out of your comfort zone
To speak the loving truth
All with the full knowledge
That the world will turn it's back on you

Is it proclaiming the name of Jesus
That puts heads in a spin
When he is love and he is the answer
To all of life's questions

I don't like you. But I like you. It's complicated.

at the death
of the day's candle,
the night makes fun
of its brief life,
sending the stars
to pin its soul,
forgetting,
nature has no end,
it is only a routine
designed by the heaven.