Monday, February 28, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
Bays. Day 134.
Can you hear the sound of grace coming to save the day?
You weren't worth it to me then,
I just wanted to be free, old friend.
I just wanted to be free, old friend.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
Tire. Day 131.
Just a tire, or a piece of art?
It all depends on who's looking at it
and what they think they are looking at.
I was looking at the reflection.
The rust.
The spokes.
(If that's how you spell it?)
Some that matters to me, matters.
Something that I hold dear, I hold dear.
Not because of you, who think I care
about what you want me to think,
but because I want to think
the way I want to think
and the way He wants me to think.
I don't look at what your thinking about.
I hope I'm looking at way more.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Blinds. Day 128.
In the morning, when I see sunshine strips
fall across the carpet, i can't help but thank God
for the blinds the seperate the light from the shadows.
Without despair, how would we know happiness?
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Cave. Day 127.
Ain't like you to hold back
Can't stay away can't fight it.
It's an old feeling,
Coming back to join the rest.
Smile and laugh not guess,
it's the best.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
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