In the Garden
Often times, as I stroll through the quiet, God created, wild places, I find myself praying, if not, talking with my Lord. In those moments, the balance of life, my peace of mind, and feeling…
Often times, as I stroll through the quiet, God created, wild places, I find myself praying, if not, talking with my Lord. In those moments, the balance of life, my peace of mind, and feeling…
Stories in every stone Then came a silence, a hush that only solitude knows The hazy sun, diving to the horizon all aglow Peeked, all other sounds, tho faint, seems to explode Hidden now, a…