This I would wish, that there was no time or sleep. No more past, or future, and everything we did was good the first time, for the day. Without the need of looking back to learn from the past, and no future to hope for the better. No more tiredness, or having a need to dream, and no nightmares to fear. If there was a second time, this is how I would like to start over.

One excuse, could destroy a multitude of chances.

Hope is like a word made with cloud, without faith, it quickly blows away.

I could say the world is ending tomorrow, and no one would care. I could say the world will go forever, and no one would care. I could write words, words, words of hope, of love, of humanity, of peace, of pain and the world will still spin to unchanged tomorrows. The human heart balled up as a fist, just grows old clenching to life, to pride and ego, it won't let go. But the words slip through, as the last pump of blood to a lost web of veins.

One can talk good and shower down roses, but it's the receiver that has to walk through the thorns, and all its false expectations.

If you are reading this, be sure to count this on your blessings list.

Unto the Cross came death, and unto death came the Cross.

Without the sun, there is no shadow; without the Son, there is only shadow.

Closed mouths, only lead to closed gates. Share your salvation!