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 of blessed assurance is mine; mine alone. It reminds me of the truths found in words to a song I remember singing in church... "And He walks with me, and He talks with me, And He tells me I am His own; And Continue Reading...
Stories in every stone
http://wp.me/p2WUYR-5E Then came a silence, a hush that only solitude knowsThe hazy sun, diving to the horizon all aglow Peeked, all other sounds, tho faint, seems to explodeHidden now, a trail, reverent americans once rode Shadows grow, the bouquet of color dims and greysLight diminished, familiarity rushes from this place Exhaling breath that finds the exit difficult to beholdA piece not to be Continue Reading...