how does the wind know where to blow? who showed the ocean how to dance and greet? when did the trees learn to bow? who gave birds the knowledge to soar? how did

Connection route Some are meant to be broken     Some merge new possibilities     Others are reminders of hurt Leading us over obstacles Guiding us through struggles     We never seem to take the ones that

the ground not as uncomfortable as expected. pieces of a story lie about. sometimes catching a breath of a passerby and dancing on the clouds. a short distance covered by a single breath.

tell me when does a word turn into a pen?                    an open mouth a seventeen lined poem,                   a thought a fifteen page paper describing                    what a mess my mind is and how I

who gives and takes away;     who tells the portion where it should go,     when to lessen its load   when to release in full,     where it shall land and where to remove. who gives

to follow is to listen. placing trust in the voice and in the one before you. have you any hope in what they say? have you any questions; looming in your mind; enchanting

I AM your rest draw near and I will provide. I AM your trust confide in me and I will answer. I AM your peace make known your cares and I will comfort.

in the inner man a sweeping a draining a purging in the inner man a mist a sprinkle a downpour inside of me // a change // a breaking // a freedom // a newness

I've cried these tears before/ They are nothing new/ But the year on my calendar has changed/ At one point the tears stopped flowing/ But my cries were still heard I've cried these

I promise I’m not depressed I just needed to lay down and rest Because working 40 hour weeks is tough I promise I’m not depressed I just feel the weight of

The downpour happens quickly From an overflowing vessel it falls Leaping into what has been vacated Left for loneliness and destined for Abandonment The stains from the previous tenant Have been left on

center blocks tumble and hit the ground and break dime sized pieces of hope wind decides to blow itself elsewhere and left hope and joy with unclipped wings trees sit still left to

When will my time be over I have wrestled and tried to stand tall My feet fail me and my mind is weak Your truth It comes and goes just like the waves