Imagine This...

A blade of grass waving gentaly in the air. Held down by it's roots it stays grounded. But it hopes for more. It dreams to be tall. As tall as the mountains. It holds it's head up high. It's thoughts in the clouds. Hoping. Dreaming. Wishing, to be tall.

Light

The light flows through the windows.
It floads the floors and,
Fills the room.
If you hold your hand up to it,
You feel it's warmth and then,
It hugs you.
Raps you in a delightful blanket.
Makes you feel safe and sound.
Like a small child going to bed,
Not having to worry about monsters under them.

A Name

A name,

To some it defines you,

Tells the world who you are,

A fancy word on a name tag,

Or even on a store window,

Bill board,

Street sign.

So what is a name?

And a Shakespeare once said...

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."

Life and Your Journey Through It

We close doors,
And open windows.

We draw the curtains,
And turn on the lights.

We reach for the stars,
Till we have no more ladder left.

We walk and walk,
Till the sidewalk ends.

We find the safety of your homes,
And find that where ever our heart is we feel at home.

We are born one day,
And die the next.

But we all go though a journey,
A that journey is called life.

Stars

They twinkle in the sky
They glitter

Sparkle

And shine

They show us the way home

And rock us to sleep

And you may wonder

What they are

But just to let you know they are not what you think

They are...

 Twinkling

 Glittering

Sparkling

Shinny

Little

Fire Flies




"We are all of us stars, and we deserve to twinkle."
-Marilyn Monroe

The Writer

I have no home,
So I lie in the grass.

I feel no pain,
So I pretend to cry.

I do not "fit in",
But neither do you.

I don't have much,
But I do have words.

My words are my world.

They are my doorway
out of this life of mine.

I could be a new person
With a new choice,
Or a run-a-way grandma
Who is in a chase,
Or even a very fancy grape.

I could live in a world all of my own.

One that I create all on my own.

I could live on a green moon,
Or a purple Mars.

I could live a life that I want.

A life like a dream.

A life like a cloud in the breeze.

And no one can stop me,
Oh no,
Not even you.

Sunday Verse

And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.