Creative writing about real issues of life. She is pacing back and forth outside of the historical church doors. It is a cold brisk night with few people moving around. The weather has kept most people inside. The church is empty as the time for churchgoers has long passed. Now standing facing the church doors the... Continue Reading →
Many thanks to this gentleman for allowing me to use his image. May his life be blessed! This is truly one of my favorite portraits. Our sons are the old men that they will one day become. (repost) As I looked into his eyes, I could not help but wonder his past and future. I... Continue Reading →
As I walked out the door toward the gate that would lead to my freedom, I knew if I didn’t leave my bitterness and hatred behind, I’d still be in prison. ... Continue Reading →
As I walked out the door toward the gate that would lead to my freedom, I knew if I didn’t leave my bitterness and hatred behind, I’d still be in prison. ... Continue Reading →
Our sons are the old men that they will one day become. As I looked into his eyes, I could not help but wonder his past and future. I was so caught up in his story and what will become of him that I could not appreciate his presence. His wounds appeared deeper than any... Continue Reading →
I am staring at him. He sits with an egotistical smirk, leaning back in his chair, puffing on his cigar, he asks in a stony sarcastic voice “Tell me something? Am I not your purpose? Is this life not your purpose?” Instantly my mind started rattling off all kinds of answers, but my mouth could not; would... Continue Reading →
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