G spare me from their praise………….that may separate me from You…………….that would tend to foster the illusion the gifts are mine…………..and didn’t come from You……. may i be a good caretaker and water the seeds you gave and recognize as other seeds are offered to give thanks and plant them accordingly…….. the more i can…

how deep is this well, that provides me with thoughts…. that stir my hands and excite my heart………. how far can one look inside……….into corners where the boogeymen hide…….and coax them into telling their tale…..that may give us a clue……………how deep is this well…. the depth of this well is dependent on me………..selectively taking advice…

the art of life,……… is determined through the clarity of the lens through which you see, make sure that lens is clear….. best way to do that is ask God to wash it…….ttucro

tomorrow isn’t here and we can live but one day at a time, but much of what tomorrow will bring depends on what we do today……………….i dare to say no one feels that they tell their mate enough………..of how fortunate they are to be the recipient of their love……………….it goes without saying we become accustomed…

i am aware of your perigee………the orbit in which you come to me…..in your presence i can see the way you have prepared for me…………….. tis a beautiful thing to be in such company of the Savior who died for me……………that through His Guidance and His love i can ascend to the gates above……. friends…

a young boy ran to his Father and was in a state of concern… seems all his friends were off to school and his time had not yet come………………….. i have no one to play with, the poor lad was quite undone……. His Father replied, ” I think that’s not so,” and walked his son…

today i will be a poet…………………tomorrow i cannot say…..but seems to me if you are one……………..it never goes away…….and you will continue to be coaxed from a warm bed in the middle of the night………. to record these thoughts that cannot wait….perhaps to be lost with the first rays of light……….. today i will be…

a prerequisite to becoming an accomplished writer…..whatever avenue you choose is the skill of listening……….hold on………………..without thinking…… if you think you are a good listener because you don’t interrupt or wait to ask questions after someone finishes talking………………..great, you’re halfway there…………..now the hard part….. the other half is not trying to process or dissect what…

the evidence is clear to me when i look at my face a myriad tale of choices made……..some good and some i use to call mistakes………. time has come to my rescue and i no longer view it as foe…… for it has turned the mistakes i’ve made…….into lessons i needed to know……………………. there is…

mordecia jones was a black man knew, i mention his color although it made no difference to me……………….it did to him………………………and maybe to you…. we worked on the docks unloading cargo from ships …………at lunch he read the Bible and i would listen to Him……………….. he had a strong back and large weathered hands and…