A good friend pointed out to me that a “Lighthouse” was something to aspire to be Showing the way by word and deed, being of service to those in need To be a beacon and light the way for the vessels that have lost their way Living as evidence that storms will come and push…

Most of us wouldn’t consider driving backwards But in reality living with your eyes focused on the rear view mirror you are bound to run into things I can’t live in the past nor can I ignore it But the future doesn’t work well when you are driving backwards Ttucro

Taking the arrows from the quiver I lay them by my side Determined to finally break them Because they do do me so much harm When I let your actions and your words Determine what I think of you and what I think of me I have let your fears control and shape my life…

Words spoken long ago have left my memory Yet they are returning now and pierce to the soul of me Forgotten arrows that were meant to hurt succeeded to torment I was remiss to think, that their ripples would not be felt So the reckoning has begun and before this chapter is spent, I will…

Either you have accepted God’s love or you haven’t… how can you know? Acceptance of the full implications of His Love will allow you to love everyone…I didn’t say like everyone… but you can love them Accepting His Love will create an abundance in your life that is overflowing and replenishing..you will never run out…

That I may give a hint of the light within my soul…that others may see the effect my faith has upon me That source that stirs my heart to praise, May that light reside upon my face So that what I have come to know be much more than thoughts to sow but from my…

There is only one thing that is 100 % in life Death…. Yep that’s it. When you’re gone… your gone So what does that mean..well best to accept it and do the best you can. We can’t give or get 100% of anything, nothing To give it all would mean giving your life, you nor…

The wounds that are hardest to heal are the ones you cannot see Try our best to cover them but the bleeding comes out through our speech Caring friends struggle with thoughts that will stop the flow But sometimes those hidden wounds heal very, very slow And in the end that’s bittersweet and the pain…

The man in the window doesn’t know me But I know him.. because I have been him He’s always there when I pass walking my dog He is a prisoner of bad decisions and misinformation that he never questioned The man in the window swims in the streams of alcohol that washed away the sameness…

A lot to be said for this simple plant That thrives everywhere it goes Takes what is offered and makes a stand and soon it’s neighborhood grows It’s leaves color a palette of green and it’s accent stirs the soul And I am thankful for the presence of mind to appreciate the beauty it bestows…