Some people remain bitter They cannot move past the pains The wounds drag the person down each day as the suffering remains Something to numb that discomfort Each day they find a way Maybe a needle full of poison Or a hateful word to say Perhaps a shaking fist at God for allowing such things to exist Such a powerful God should be able to … Continue reading Downtrodden
The mind can destroy a man as it sits idle The voice it produces begins as a whisper gaining speed– now, as loud as the tornado tearing through the moment ripping through the shelter: the one the mind believed could withstand it all… Fill it with noise. Stimulate it with these things you find: Temporary whispers Fleeting tornadoes Welcomed torments Say goodbye to … Continue reading Fragility
The valuable time of peace in a moment of time alone is a treasure I have grown to love after all the troubles I’ve sown A time not long ago when torment had its place my world of disarray left scowl upon my face The way I viewed the world would rob the longing for joy The hole inside my heart filled with that which … Continue reading Silent Waves
The Lord created our brains, and this life destroys it. Here’s a little bit of knowledge to help with understanding the complicated mind. https://www.calmclinic.com/anxiety/symptoms/bad-thoughts Continue reading What Do You Think About?
May I interrupt your constant need to dwell upon the pain Yes, your misery loves the company please don’t tell me again You enjoy the things of sorrow I know… you’ve said it loud and clear Tell me something else today something you don’t want to hear I’ll open the door of the prison that is nothing but a space a place inside … Continue reading If I May?
Silencing the mind hearing the natural sound Peace in the stillness loud chatter all around A cicada sounds its tymbals The bird has its say in their place of the light illuminating new day Why should I worry about the stressors ahead It changes nothing I remember what He said… “Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life…” He goes on to … Continue reading Eternal Calm
The fingers were used to show this little, undeveloped mind of mine how to count. I remember, “One, two, three…” as someone would point to the fingers on my hand. Over time, I could count to one hundred, or two hundred, or three hundred! You can probably remember how excited you were being able to show the grown-ups how you had learned to count higher … Continue reading Today’s Youth Counts