Kindness and warmth a shining light of some sort. Whispers of angelic touches, hated by evil’s darkness. You begin to comprehend; your aura’s bright and it attracts. Where some wish for you to live amongst their forlorn dark shadows; suffering along with them, yet wondering, how you escaped. © EN All Rights Reserved Advertisements


Through morning skies and darkest nights, I’m always thinking. Though seasons change to bloom again, life’s not always pleasing. Yet my heart sees you are in me; from dusk ’til dawn you’re in my thoughts. I’ve yet to see You, but I’m glad I feel You; and I praise, each blessed day. © EN, All … More Praise


You gently changed my livelihood, and I held on as best I could. I prayed you take my fears away, and now I wait to celebrate. I come to fully understand, you’ve given me a better plan; that even through my times of trials, I’ve gained a freedom and my future is brighter. © EN … More Calamity

The Good Old Days

New Year’s Eve was a blast another day has gone too fast. For some got drunk a bit too much, having a hard time waking up. For others just a little less, you’re still too loud for their aching head. But for those, that are like me, you dance all night on restless feet. (Knowing … More The Good Old Days


(Short Story) A friend asks, “what you doing today?” I state taking a quiet walk by the river to get regenerated; find my way. She wants to know what I’m taking with me, head phones, following an app of some sort…  I tell her it will just be me and nature-no distractions. She considers the … More Serenity

Squandering Life?

Not all make it to retirement as hoped, or live it as was expected.  I think “time” is an important element of life that is severely taken for granted: I think in mind, of aging states, I hope and pray to last through age; of happy times, good food to eat, long walks or hikes … More Squandering Life?


A beautiful sunset, just the other night. Blessed I could see it I must admit, it touched my soul, and I felt whole. © EN All Rights Reserved


It’s almost time, the years keep turning; and as they pass I’m still learning. A praiseful year, with peaceful tears, worth all their weight in gratefulness. © All Rights Reserved


  I watch as you paint the skies, the various colors and lonely mountains. An interest in painting, a desire to come true; I attempt your tutorial and find, I can do it too. The tree of winter’s nakedness, but in Spring, to soon bloom; I love both the image, and my attempt–turned out cool! … More Watercolors