A short poem about being disenfranchised by Christianity, yet finally realising the need to be with a church.
Sometimes I have such clarity. My being knows it's maker. My heart is at rest. Though my mind may float around with the wind, it knows where to return to; the heart and mind are in sync. I expect goodness from my God; I am sure of who I am as His child. Then... Continue Reading →
I yearn. I yearn for the intimate Connection with my Holy Creator; the one I love. For I know of sweet melodies that there are but I am grasping for what is already here. These sweet melodies sing songs and look like a garden of flowers, dancing. Oh how we dance! God and I,... Continue Reading →