Release the passion inside of me, break what lies beneath the surface. Bring me to raptures precipice and push me over the edge. Indulge me in carnal pleasure beyond my wildest dreams, make me submit to your will. Fill me with desire unlike I have never known. Leave me in wanting for your touch, leave me empty inside. Leave me wanting you as if it were an addiction to your love. Remove my will and use me for what ever you desire. Take me and make me an object for your pleasure. Just so long as I can be yours.

Walking among autumn leaves vibrant with every color. Wind swept hair as red as the setting sun. A form as graceful as a deer running through a meadow. A smile as shy as a Morning Glory. My heart was taken from me without so much as a sound, when I saw an angel looking at me. I knew that heaven was the poorer for the beauty that it had lost, but I was brought to paradise when she looked my way and chose me to share her love.

When I was lost and without purpose and filled with doubt. Searching for my happiness and walking on a unguided path. You came to me and gave me focus and brought me to a purpose in life. From the moment I found out you were inside me, I was filled with joy and hope. I saw you for the first time when you had begun to grow. A simple picture taken showed me what true love was. After 9 months you came out of me and through all of my pain, when I saw your small wrinkled face, I truly began to live again. I held you close to my breast and listened to you cry. I knew that my life had been given back to me but I didn't understand why. All that I knew was that I had to focus and live the best that I could. For I had to care for you as only a new mother could. You are the best of what I am and from you I draw hope anew. You gave me life when I was lost and  that is a debt I can never repay to you.

The sun shined off of her hair as it fell free down her back. Her freckled smile could warm the coldest day. She walked with a purpose, full of life and wonder. I held her hand and I felt as if time stood still . Her red locks always smelled like summertime and her love was a treasure that no king could buy, but would give a kingdom to possess. For a brief time I knew what heaven must be like as I loved the girl with Auburn Hair.

Your scent stays on my clothes even after you are gone away. I still hear your voice echoing in the halls when I am alone. The thought of your touch excites me in my dreams. I long for when you return. I sleep in your favorite shirt longing for you to take it off of me. I hold your picture when I am scared. I look out the door waiting to see your walking up the path. I use your cologne after I have taken a hot bath. In all things you excite me, your memory is ever present. You linger with me and fill me with a longing to feel you embracing me. I want you to break me with your love. I cannot wait until you return.

All who profess the name of he that is the one. All who say that they follow the son. All who declare Christ is the lord. All who do their best to live his holy word. Persecution will follow us, for they killed our lord. They will revile us and curse his holy word. Some may fall in death but to all who are faithful until the end. A crown of glory will be to those who suffered for him.

On a tree, on a hill forsaken and wounded. A precious soul gave all to save many. In agony and alone, with compassion and love he ask forgiveness for those who took his life. In death as in life he cared deeply, then letting go of his mortal coil, he succumb to his wounds, giving final payment for a debt we could not pay, alone on a tree.

It is going to get hot, no it is getting cold. There will be massive flooding, no the polar caps have refroze. The science says this, no the science says that. We went 10 years without a major storm, how do you explain that? It is dry over here and it is wet over there. We have been told the sky is falling so many times, that no one really cares. So can you tell me what the weather is going to be today? At least give me that so I will know what to wear. Can you even tell me if the sun is out somewhere?

Adorned with flowers in her hair dressed in red and green. Dancing in the sunlight, an angel in a dream. Hold her tight, as tightly as you can. Never let her love slip from your hand. Give her all of your attention, hold her close each day. Cherish her in every conceivable way.

If we are on opposite sides of an argument, will you still want me to be free? If you see me lying in the gutter, would you just leave me be? If someone wants me dead for no just reason at all, will you stand up for me, will you answer the call? Many have given up all to champion another's rights. They did not question the reason, they just did what's right. So if all you hold dear is threatened, what would be your reply? Regardless of what I beliwve, would you die for me?

Around the next corner is something I haven't seen. Under another rock might be a magnificent treasure. Deep inside my own flower bed could like the answers to one of life's daunting questions. When you are into discovery and make your life an adventure, you will never know what you will discover next or where the journey might take you.

In life we make choices. All choices bear consequences. For every action we take a reaction occurs. Some actions bear good and some are for ill. All things work towards an end. Giving kindness, brings forth mercy. Being cruel brings forth hate and loathing. Render unto another that which you would wish for yourself. In all things seek to be wise and just. For in the end, all things return to us and time makes us all equal. No one escapes the hand of time and the deeds we do while marking our days bear results towards our end.

Oh imperfect soul, that does not know it's worth. Oh damaged flower that feels less than beautiful. Know that you are of great value, your kindness cannot be measured. What may seem as nothing to other, is truly an undiscovered treasure. If you feel that you lack any good thing, remember that the simplest kindness to one in need is more valuable than a precious gem in a kings crown. So do not despair, you are of great worth. Show kindness and pray for wisdom and in time you will shine forth like the sun on the first day of creation, for you are indeed a beautiful soul.

People flee from Venezuela and poison gas is used to make new political alliances in Syria. Were the old dictators so bad? The world has become an unbridled mess, this I must confess. I really can't stand to watch the news anymore. There is little positive news, I think we should just sing the Blues. Then perhaps we would all feel better about ourselves. One group wants to help billionaires and the other says they care as they open up our borders and loot your bank account. Was it those on the left or the ones on the right, I think it changes over night. Now who the hell cares anyway. I am not sure how much longer I may be around, as much as I try to keep my feet on the ground, the Earth keeps shifting beneath my feet. So I will keep trying to turn my smile into a frown, for I have no more words to expound except to ask why the world is upside down?

God is in my pocket, where I carry a few extra dollar bills. He goes with the money when I give it to do his will. God is in my heart to convict me of my sin. He is in my prayers when I ask for his forgiveness again. God is in my life when I think I cannot do anything right. He lets me know I am not alone in this fight. God is in the sick beds and in the nursing homes. Despite what people thinks, he does not leave his children alone. God is in the rain storm when the earth cries out with thirst. God is in the city streets when we go on to our work. God is not just in one place you see. If you think about God can be found in you and me.

Today as the clouds formed overhead, I went outside to watch the sky. I waited patiently for the rain to fall so I could finally cry. As the drops began to fall, I let all of my tears go. I released all of my sadness so that no one would ever know. As the water ran down my cheeks I felt the air becoming cold. I was soaked through all of my clothes and I shivered for a moment. Then my sadness turned to anger and I began to burn with rage. I finally ended up with emptiness as the clouds above began to fade. With each final drop of water that fell, I let go of all of my pain. I left all of my tears running into the earth as I finally saw the rain.

When my last day has come and I take my last breath, do not look for my name to be written in effigy on some great place. Do not look for land marks to commemorate my life. For you will find none of these dedicated to me. Instead look for the homeless that now has a place to live. Seek out the hopeless that now has a reason to give to another. Find those in need of guidance that now speak with wisdom. Find the stranger that was wounded and left in the way. For mine is not a legacy of great acclaim, but a simple journey taken in the fathers name. While no great fanfare will celebrate my life, my legacy will speak of me for all time. Each time someone knelt to God in prayer, giving thanks for the stranger that was there. My name will be remembered at the fathers throne and through out the heavens it will be proclaimed, when at last I make it home.

Born in the heavenly spires, but brought low by mortal love. Wanting to stay in the ethereal realm, but caught in the intoxication of mortal paradise. Oh what could bring a celestial being to give up eternity for mortality? The simplest of human failings, the desire to be with the one who has stolen your heart.

I saw you die today, I watched as your body turned ash white and you gave up on life. I came running to find you but it was too late. I saw the blood on the floor, black as oil and I hear it still squishing beneath my shoes. I looked at your lifeless body and wondered why you gave up. Freedom was almost yours, if only you had waited a little longer. I know you reached out for help, but in the end you just gave in. I don't know why you did what you did. I ask myself this question as I pick up your lifeless body and carry you away. I saw you die today.

Stand clear and be aware, I will no longer just sit and wait. My cocoon has been around me for way to long. I am going to spread my wings and try out new freedom. I am tired of being a wall flower, I am going to blossom and grow. With determined spirit that has been pent up too long, I will forge my own path and write my own song. So prepare yourself and know this well, I am ready for adventure, because I am coming out of my shell.

Forgive me for where I have been and what I may have done. See me as I now am, and look at what I may become. Like a rare flower I need to be nurtured, but I can be stronger than you know. Given the chance I will grow into tomorrow, just be patient and watch me go. Stand firmly with me and miracles you may yet see. Give me a chance and you will be rewarded as you get to see who I can truly be.

Sitting idly and staring at the shadows of trees as the seasons pass. The sun comes and goes as  my days wile away. Time seems to have forgotten me as I sit in silence. I have journeyed far and wide and now I sit quietly and listen to the silence. I ache and I have grown tired from many labors, but the silence of patients is deafening. I wonder why I must be idle, but a quiet voice says not yet. I must sit a while and let others catch up with me. I must wait for the seed I have sewn to bare fruit. I must watch and see what God is doing behind the scenes. A small still voice says this is why you should wait on me.

When the cold water pours out of the sky and drenches us, let me warm you. When life showers you with difficulty let me hold you. When the lightening flashes and the thunder roars let me comfort you. In a winter squall or a spring shower let me adore you body. Hold me close in the silver drops and let me be entwined with you. Let nothing stand between us as we join our souls in the cleansing down pours. Just let me love you in the rain.

My life would be in turmoil but for my guiding light. I would be lost except for my focal point. You are radiant beyond the light of the stars of the heavens, your love shines in you like the mid day sun. Through the storms and the dark days, you have guided me. On the sea of life, you direct me. You are the point of stability that brings me to safe harbor. Without you I would be lost. So know that I love you and that you are my compass. As long as I see you I have a star to guide me safely home.

Behold the celestial light as it shines down on the earth. See the faint twinkles of the pin points that show through the curtain of night. Look at the faint distant glimmer of stars beyond counting. See each one and count them if you can. Watch how they sparkle and shine as jewels through the veil of darkness. Some as fixed points to guide us, others as glimmering and fading light to confound us. Take stock of the multitudes and wonder, is there someone out there on a world around another star looking at our faint sun as it shimmers and twinkles wonder the same thing we might, is there other life among the stars of heaven.

The buildings are crumbling yet people live in them. The sidewalks are covered with filth but people still walk on them. The roads are filled with potholes but people still drive on them. There is a gloom that hangs thick in the air, but children are still at play. A neighborhood that once was as soon will not be, is more than the buildings, the sidewalks or the streets. The people are the fabric of the community and in some of them there is still hope. Though poverty and violence may seem to be a way of life, light still shines in the dark corners. Laughter and kindness is shared between neighbors and comes from children. So despite the grim picture that others may paint, I saw many things but most of all I saw hope in the streets.

How will I live, who can say. The choice is mine to make each and every day. Will I be hopeful and full of life or will I be depressed and hopeless. Each action I take may not seem like much, but you can plant one seed and feed a village. Sewing a positive life, even when you have nothing positive to show, gives a picture of hope. You and I we choose our own path. Though it may seem that we are misdirected and pushed by forces beyond our control. Each of us can make the decision on how we will live. We can choose to give up, move forward or sit still but it is our choice to make as to how we will live .

I do not like to explain my clothing, I like it to be extraordinary. Shocking and bold suits me just fine. I must confess that I like to be noticed. My comfort zone is what ever I feel that day. I try not to stay in a little box, I want to be an expression of who I think I am, not who you think I should be. I will not be defined by social norms, I will live my life open and free. So you may think I am radical, well aren't we all at times. Just do no harm to another and you will be just fine. Wanting to be different, should not be a crime, at least I think it isn't. If it is then I should get that law changed, it just isn't right you see. So I will color with my own Crayons, I have 64 in my box. The colors are so diverse, there can be no accusations of non-inclusion. So I will go out and enjoy the sun or wear vibrant colors as I dance in the rain. I will fill my life with rainbows and unicorns no matter how ridiculous it seems to others. Embracing what the day brings and killing negative thoughts with a warm smile, I will be the ray of sunshine in a room full of dark clouds, I will always live outside of the lines others have painted for me.

In the darkest night, a single candle can chase shadows from a room. In the depths of a storm, one lighthouse can show the way to safety. If we as people will be just one light to another person, the care and mercy that we will give will shine brighter than the sun.

Forget all that you have held dear and take a big long drink. Have a devil may care attitude and don't worry about what others think. Tear down your moral values and let it all go. Revel in the devils play ground. Don't worry about how you will pay the bill. You can keep pushing it down the road. Have yourself a ball, each and every day. Party until you can't remember why you went astray. In the end we all are going to die anyway. So don't worry about tomorrow, just live for today. Consequences are for goody two shoes and those who fret too much. You are beyond all of that, so go ahead and light one up. Take some friends along, they can help you party until the end. C'mon don't be shy, why don't you  just sin?

I once thought I knew what love ought to be. It was between two people, just you and me. Then I was shown something miraculous, someone who paid a cost. Someone who didn't have to give all to come and save that which was lost. When my eyes were truly open and I saw what God Son did, I knew that there was a new type of love, that I had never seen before. He left all that he held dear to do the father's will. Though he still Bears the scars, he loves me still. For with love he gave his life that I might be redeemed. He showed me a new type of love, one that I had never seen.

Let us cry unto Heaven in unison. Let our voices be heard over the harps of angels. Let our fears and our hopes become a joined song. Let our desires to be heard overwhelm the peace of glory. Let us reach out beyond the darkness and let us keep the powers of hell at bay. Let our supplications become sweet savor unto our God. Now let us all kneel and pray.

I lose all track of time when I am with you and I cannot wait until we are together again. When I am separated from you my heart aches and I can't think of anything else. Of all the things in the world to which I could have become addicted, your love is the one I most desire.

Into the silence go my words. In the dark of night I cry out. When the stars fade and day seems years away, in a raspy voice I plead for understanding and long to feel his holy touch. I plead with a broken heart, that seems to ache too much. I reach for peace and hide in dark corners to pray. If God would only hear me call, then I know it would be okay.

A messenger from the other side of the veil. A dark herald bring a foreboding of dire news. The raven sails over the landscape and through the mist. Between two worlds the dark bird soars. Looking for souls to carry over to the other side. Seeking out the departed and bringing the word that they have gone. Be wary of the messenger that comes unbidden. Take care that it is not found near your door.

I have not taken time to think about anything. I am afraid to have a thought. I worry that any action will disturb the delicate balance I have found. Not a cog or wheel has turned in quite a while and I like it that way. When I do look inside my mind, it is very dusty. I dare not breathe while peering in. All of the dust and thought making things are still and the cob webs in my mind are kind of pretty and I want to keep them that way.

The bouquet was thrown and the cake was cut, away we went on the honeymoon. Joy and bliss soon gave way to what is this, you fixed for my supper. Surprise and wonder of love had worn off. Now all that I have is work in my thoughts. She sits at home and watches TV all day and waits for me to get home and talk about my day. Then 6 months in oh what a surprise, the test she said with a glint in her eyes. Oh no please don't say, yes a baby is on the way. I thought marriage would be days of love and bliss, nobody ever prepared me for this. Now hormones begin to kick in, I can do nothing and oh not that again. She can't fit into her clothes. She looks at me like that and I have to lie, no you don't look fat. The tears flow for no reason at all, perhaps I will give her mother a call? Now I can't decide, should I make the call or commit suicide? As the joyous day gets near, I realize that I was never prepared for our first year.

Placing a quill on a piece of paper and putting lines into it feels like I am placing my pain somewhere else. The emotional build up to the time of release is agonizing. All of the suffering and hardship that I hold in for so long is cut into the sheets of parchment that lie before me. Instead of letting the blood out of my own flesh, I release the sadness and frustration onto another victim and let it all flow out through my pen. To say that is is therapy is to deny what it truly seems to me. It brings more sadness that I am making the paper my victim instead of my own self, for I am the one who feels guilty about the failings I have, but better the parchment should die than me.

I sit on the edge of the abyss and look into the darkness hoping that something will look back. I revisit wounds that have been carved into my psyche and tear at the stitches that bind them. I cannot let them heal because already there are too many emotional scars. So each time I torment myself reliving what I have done, unable to find forgiveness with in. I live in a hell of my own making, hoping that one day there will be an answer from the inner darkness and I will be able to end my own torment.

Sunday comes and I worship God, in a church congregation. I sing the songs and I say the prayers. Then I go out and leave it there. Monday comes and I am back in the world trying to find my way . I feel so disconnected , I wonder why it is this way? He says he is with us he says we are the light, but I feel so guilty I know that this is not right. A voice says I am convicted it reminds me of my past. 6 days until Sunday I don't know how I can last. Then another voice speaks quietly and in peace it says hold on my child I am with you. From the altar to the work site I tried to find some rest 6 days until Sunday I try to do my best. I hope and pray fervently but it never seems to go away the always nagging voice it says you'll never win. Then finally in frustration my soul Cries Out, it's more than just one day of that there can be no doubt, for in Jesus We Are Holy for he is the victor and it's not just one day that we can worship and 6 days be a sinner.

My life is not what it should have been. I am not where I thought I would be. The things I longed for have not been mine and often seem out of my reach. I have tried to follow a program, but often I deviate from the plan. What others think is for me, I often find too constricting. I have lived for the moment and planned for tomorrow. In both counts, things don't always work out. I have tried to live on a path, but I sometimes just sit down and wait. Not knowing why I am doing what I am or where I should go next. Now at a crossroads, I must again pick a direction. Again another confusing decision on a time line that I just can't seem to stay with.

Fields lay golden with wheat and hay. The air has begun to be crisp in the morning. The days are getting shorter and the moon seems a bit fuller. Pumpkin plants have put forth chutes with Green melons forming that will soon be golden, then orange. The leaves have begun to fade from their vibrant Green. Flowers in the field have turned Golden as the rays of the sun disappear a little more each day. Fields full of corn are brought into the barns and farmers begin to store up for the winter. All things are changing slowly, festivals are beginning to take on a different hue. Summer dresses and sandals are replaced by sweaters and boots. A transition has begun as the harvest if brought in.

Memories fade as leaves fall from Autumn trees. The house seems empty these days. Old friends have gotten busy with their lives and children have grown up and moved on. In solitude and reflection, I look for closure. A year has passed since you left and time has dragged on slowly. In quiet hope I prayed for things to be mended, but the threads of time had frayed and cannot be sewn back together. So with bitter sweet resolve, I will take the first steps. Looking forward to the coming winter, and the cleansing cold. Hoping that in spring things will bloom a new and I will find new strength to become myself again.

The world is full of glass houses and lies. The world is no longer a secret place. All of our secrets are out there for everyone to see. Decades can pass and we will end up on T.V. , a sound bite then it's out there for everyone to see. No way to defend ourselves, the words and actions speak for themselves. The walls of secrecy crumble and fall down around us, and we are left bare and exposed. Perhaps there is a better way, perhaps we should not keep it to ourselves. Let us all tell what we really think of others and ourselves. Let us no longer leave well enough alone. Turn to the nearest mirror and begin talking, let's all throw stones.

Let my kindness shine through the haze of hopelessness. Let the simple deeds of humanity cast illumination on the shadows of despair. Let my soul be a beacon in the darkness to let the world know that hope is still here. Let me walk in humility, but be courageous in my deeds. Let me be a light and comfort to those who are still in need.

Lust of the flesh and coveting the pleasures of life. Taking what you can in a selfish way, over indulging without remorse. The vices named in the seven deadly sins are lauded as fatal, in truth there is a greater sin still, the one of omission will often lead to hell. Refusing to show mercy when ever you can. Helping out a stranger that is in need of a hand. So the next time you worry about mortal vice, consider what you didn't do that can affect your afterlife.

When someone needs to cross the street and a stranger lends a hand, Gods help is there. When ever someone is inspired to take a moral stand, Gods help is there. When someone prays for another to help them find their way, Gods help is there. When it seems that the end is near and the answer comes right on time, Gods help is there. Through the most unlikely people and in the most peculiar ways, if we look really close, we will find Gods help was there.

There is no Gold but they are still mining it in Alaska. There is no oil, yet they are still pumping it from the ground. We need more taxes to feed the homeless, yet the poor are all around us. Global warming is killing the planet so we will invest in alternative energy, then we get our wind turbines and solar panels from China. Every time we turn around, we are told about the problems that money can solve. If everyone would just pay their fair share how wonderful it could be. We give and give until we have no blood left in our veins, even a Turnip can go dry. No matter how much seem to spend, nothing seems to change. So where did all of the money go ?

Squishing in rubber boots you get to jump in the mud. A puddle filled with rain water after an early spring flood. Watching the ripples dance across the water. Then it settles back down filled with a muddy cloud. You  can play wet hopscotch and no one minds the mess. When you are done the sun just comes up and dries it up anyway. Your clothes are water proof so you can just stand in the rain, and they will be clean and good as new in no time. So on to the next puddle, skip and hop and splash. If you leave muddy prints and splatter everywhere, it can look like a weird form of art. So once more back to where the fun began. That is why puddles are so much fun.

A single voice spoke a truth. A solitary life started in his youth. Setting an example for all to see, he chose 12 students in Galilee. About a life they wrote many books. Lessons to live by and words that can save. So we must ask ourselves what can one person do. We can teach our children what is wrong and what is right. We can celebrate the solitary life. We can show kindness to strangers and live with mercy and love. It doesn't matter if you believe in a God above. Though some of the lessons he taught were said to be divine, he said you can't go wrong when you're being kind. So whether or not you believe that Christ is God Son, there are so many things that can be done. As one person you can change many lives. That's what a man named Jesus did Once Upon a Time.