Monday, September 06, 2010
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Dark Shore
Monday, September 17, 2007
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Saturday, July 07, 2007
Monday, May 14, 2007
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Friday, November 17, 2006
The sand that torments the oyster
The pain it creates in its womb,
The way the shell lies in the ocean
In the depths of a watery tomb,
The patience, endurance, the virtue
How it is nurtured in this way,
This stranger in its own habitat
And yields day after day,
The way this grain grows with a coating
To become all that it can be,
Then waits quietly in its cradle
Buried underneath the sea…
Thus, it is born—this treasure
Through agony; tempest unfurled,
This is the untold story
This is the secret of the Pearl.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Friday, June 02, 2006
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Because...I Need
I hold the hand of Faith because I am blind.
I need her eyes to see for me.
I hold the hand of Courage because I am afraid.
I need her strength to comfort me.
I hold the hand of Love because I am unlovely.
I need her to see past that.
I hold the hand of Confidence because I have none.
I need her trust in me.
I hold the hand of Prayer because my words are inadequate.
I need her eloquence to empower me.
I hold the hand of Wisdom because I am foolish.
I need her insight to preserve my mind.
I hold the hand of God, because with His own,
He holds all there is of me.