You look through the withered stained glassed eyes, your soul lies greyed and stricken, your spirit found. Then suddenly you hear the sound of the morning bird, it gives a sound recalled as child. O child, you child, your where born, then it start. I find then the Song of the Morning Bird, the bird not »
There must have been a place, a place that no one knows about, even a secret you failed to tame, the more you try to express the deepness of your meaningful founding, the more misunderstood you might seem. Seldom one would find a life, that without ceasing without ever giving in or giving up gave everything, yet at times it feels as if your everything is not Good enough. Today »
Many a times during Christmas we are so excited, not about the fact that we will receive physical goods, but rather we are anxious to see how others feel about us. Sometimes we put allot of effort into our giving and we are extremely selective in what we give. »
A Gift is given on the terms that it is meant to be received, a gift not received is no gift at »
God loooked at the earth, observed and seen something beautiful. He looked at what appeared to be a rugged earth and saw a gem. The great task was set out of one that was to be the most beautiful painting of all. The empty canvas was set out for the painters touch. Who knows, he could have painted many things for many reasons, but He chose you, he chose you »
