We are the music makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers And sitting by desolate streams;— World-losers and world-forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams: Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it seems. by: Arthur O’Shaughnessy
“My Soul Longed”By: Arvell CraigMy soul longed for, the love of it’s life. A kiss in the day, and a touch in the night. Impromptu escapades where we travel by flight. And then a stroll on the beach, beneath the moon light. My soul longed for, the image of love. As Adam knew Eve, his helper made fit. Intimate but unashamed, […]
Pulsating throbs are ever present reminding me of the costs. And yet all I can think about is when can we dance again. Both realities are present and yet one completely overwhelms. I hurt and I love. And love is all that matters. I wince but still drift into dreamy imaginations; Envisioning a place of […]
My prayer life did it. My giving tithing earned it. I sowed a seed, Abstained bad deeds. And now, I have my payment. (Ref: Rom. 11:6)