fulfillment

dry my eyes when i cry see the beauty within- in the loose skinny noose of my stride. step aside hear my guide he will set me inside all the time i will jump all around. see a spark in the dark and the park is so green ho hum is the sum of its parts. space fills up the face of the holiest place a cathedral with numerous chasms. clear the way for the sleigh snowy white is its beams shiny sum of all dreams whispy dreamy. sturdy oak draws a spoke out of burliest hope heavy beam hits the stream underground. must be hard to deny what the tree will not try only grows as far as its branches-empty spirit needs home and the hungry alone relish most what the fullest would squander what a waste is the taste of the tastiest taste hid behind stony door under cover.

My song to the Holy Spirit

Bubbly and playful, you tug at my heart
I'm certain you won't push me down;
The playground is heavenly, my playmate is true,
Run with me as I try to hide!
There are tunnels and bridges and swings and high towers; spinning things, slides and soft grass;
The best playground by far, I'm convinced this is true, it is colored by rainbows and dew, is endless and tried by my storybook guide it is You it is You it is You.

Story Time

This is a place for me to begin to flesh out various nebulous ideas that I have had and breath some life into them.