Tuesday, September 29

I ache for thee my friends, for I see pain, lost paths, and lost hope. I want so desperately to help, to somehow alieviate the burden, to see thee walk again, free. Yet I languish, for I am frail and am not able. I am weak. In that dark moment I cry out to Him. Save Your people, Your children. Those I love suffer… I suffer… Breathe fresh life in our cold hearts, stir up the fire in our souls. Heal us of our wounds, wounds so deep. I know love, and that is to feel the joy and pain of our love.


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I have been writing on the web since 2000. I am a christian , a photographer, an occasional poet, a recovering dreamer, an occasional philosopher, a software developer, an autodidact, and I resemble the INFP personality type.

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