Fulcrum

There are times, like right now, when I begin to wonder how God could love me. The are ways in me that, if I can, He can see, that are sinful. Brothers will say, “You MUST change your way”, yet, I’m selfish. I sometimes believe that a devil can deceive, while a God has saved. Other times, I am lost… If He died on the … Continue reading Fulcrum

Behind those Foster Grants Of Life

It is interesting to see how the emotions play such a huge part in our experiences. I turned on my computer this morning to see a small monkey gripping firmly to a tree branch as the Windows program was booting up. Random pictures appear in this process, and they are usually accompanied by a few words to draw interest that pertains to the image. Anyway, … Continue reading Behind those Foster Grants Of Life

The Feed

Fear is waiting in the shadows, and it patiently watches you. It takes its seat a few chairs down. You go on without a clue. Closely, it observes your routine. It studies your schedule. It has an endless time to plan ahead, never losing its cool. It uses tools that you feed upon, like the devices you willingly watch. It uses the writings upon your … Continue reading The Feed

Rhetoricals

Why are some inhuman? Why do some toy with the emotions by tearing away at the most vulnerable parts of others? Why do the Christians use the wrath of Old to portray the New of Jesus, as if He is some sort of bipolar lunatic? Why do they hate, with love? Why do they fervently read His Word, while never understanding His Word? Do they … Continue reading Rhetoricals

Late

Foolishly, we wait. Along the roadside of our expectations, we wait for someone to rescue us from our despondency. We wait for the new day to bring the same somethings that have been available to us all along. We wait for a change, to satisfy, with the hope of it staying for more than the familiar sojourn. We wait there, at the shoulder of our … Continue reading Late

Burned Alive

It’s not about the things in them you hate, it’s about the things in you that obliterate. You longed to fix everyone outside, as you took a look at yourself and lied. It’s much easier for you to blame, than to see what’s truly fueling hate’s flame. Everyone walked away after trying, but you just wouldn’t listen…. Now, you’re dying. You played with the fire … Continue reading Burned Alive

Times of Some

Sometimes, it’s the setting sun. It’s the way the tree appears featureless as the light on the horizon, behind her, is leaving for the eve. A silhouette, left in the dark, until the light returns to brighten another day… sometimes.   Sometimes, its the song. Three single notes, pulling the fears from the eyes, as the acoustic speaks what we couldn’t say. Taking all the … Continue reading Times of Some