Poignant
Author walljm
walljm
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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I was doing some figuring today, and since I started walljm.com two years ago, I have written 593 posts, posted 381 photos, composed 108 poems, and created 7 wallpapers. Not bad, if I don’t say so myself.
Out of the DarkFirst CommunionCrimson SunsetJohnnyRosesPale Woman in Wicker ChairVibrant Primary Colors
I have some Gmail accounts to give away. Let the deluge of requests commence.
Car IntersectionRemembering YouAlex at the WheelSepia TunnelGreatest DadTurkish BeachUber PoseSpookyPale I have a question. I’m wondering if the noteworthies posts are of any benefit to you all? Do you want me to keep them up, or could you do without?
Feather soft thy pillow make To cradle tender till you wake The gentle curve of thy sweet head And rest ye peaceful on thy bed And all thy dreams so gentle be Until the dawn will waken thee Thanks to Sarah for the last two lines.
Yesterday I came home to find people gathering along the street. After inquiring as to what was going on, I ran home to get my camera. The Olympic Torch passed right by my neighborhood, and I got pictures. Sweet.
In small moments I sit in my bedroom window Thinking about how the world is so small How in the matter of a single still moment The choice that you make could alter it all What if while praying in the garden that night Jesus had spoken My will and not Thine Had He refused to keep going without fight To die on the cross as our sacrifice Life is ordered by the small choices we make The simple things that we do every day Such choices determine the big steps we take So remember small moments in work and…
Give the moon my love, dear heart For daylight fades in yonder sea The amber glow of evenings light Speaks softly of my bed to me and then revised by another as… Daylight fades in yonder sea The amber glow of evening’s light Speaks softly of my bed to me And beckons lo to morning bright
