i have fervent faith that the Lord will provide. 

God, give me strength as i wander through this un-forseen adventure..

everything has a purpose. i do know this.

my actions have consequences.. 

i wont live in denial..

i accept my responsibility,

only plead for your wisdom, guidance, and forgiveness.

Father, even when i am blind,

even when I am deaf..

even when i feel as though my legs will give out..

You are near, and your promises are ever faithful.

"You Restore My Soul"

and i am undeserving.

The LORD is my shepherd,

I shall not want.

He makes me lie down in green pastures;

He leads me beside quiet waters.

He restores my soul;

He guides me in the paths of righteousness

For His name's sake.

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,

I fear no evil, for You are with me;

Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.

You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;

You have anointed my head with oil;

My cup overflows.

Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life,

And I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.

Psalm 23

     all day, i've done nothing in my head but verse these words over and over and over again.

 it's the only thing that will give me comfort amongst this frenzy called 'life'. 

i yearn. i plead. i long.

father, i am coming to you,

as a child in need.

"You Restore My Soul"

here's to the closing of a cannon. 

He fumbles at your spirit

HE fumbles at your spirit
As players at the keys
Before they drop full music on;
He stuns you by degrees,
Prepares your brittle substance	5
For the ethereal blow,
By fainter hammers, further heard,
Then nearer, then so slow
Your breath has time to straighten,
Your brain to bubble cool,—	10
Deals one imperial thunderbolt
That scalps your naked soul. -Emily Dickinson

end.

  authenticity. what a word, resonating with intrigue and beauty.

  everyday is the beginning, and the end to something. some infinity of thought. some conclusion. some inspiration. some change. this life is a constant evolving force, a molding continuum of something unforseen. i have no idea who i will be tomorrow, or the next day, or the next. my toes are silly little creatures who tire of being used sooo much as i try to gaze over the fence of time. "what next?!" i plead, i question, i poke and prod. -nothing-. nothing comes but the ever present reminder of patience, and its influence in my life. hold on, little sparrow. have hope. embrace the mystery.. 

i can't help but wonder what paths i will take.. what people i will meet.. which wrinkles will develop on my soon to be aged skin. 

i want to i want to! ohhhhh how i want to do so many things!! patience, my love. be still.

an influential and monumental season is coming to an end in my life. 

how the times, they are a'changin. or perhaps its my perspective? perhaps i'm altering so much that my perception is molding the world around me. 

so many cantankerous thoughts just waiting to be expressed. but what of it, just live.

these dreams of mine are taunting. smiling and waving, asking me to come along and chase them down. pretty pictures channel through my mind, pictures of the life i want to live.
the question i keep asking myself is.. how? how to get to that point? and the answer.. just do it.
close your eyes, clench your fists, and little by little, work your way to that goal.

these dreams we have are there for a reason, and they won't just blow away.

more soon. first, sleep.

truth.

   god, give me strength. my mind is elsewhere... lost in a sea of whirlwind thought.

   and i'm not doing so hot.

i'm not too shure what's going on.. but the symptoms aren't going away. 

my little body apparently has a mind of it's own. 

he was throwing grain into the ground below, ground below

with dreary circles of his arm, going slow, very slow

his cap pulled down roun' his ears to

hide the smile and watery tears

my loving wife is so wonderful

how small seeds gracefully to grow

into beautiful things that spring from these rows

with their musical names and musical sound

dreary birds parade across the dreary sky, but down below

the woman absent mindedly begins to sow, how she sows the

seeds her husband loved so much, but he's no longer

here with us

but her life is so beautiful

as memories continue to grow

into beautiful things that spring from these rows

with their musical names and musical sound

beautiful things that spring from these rows

with their musical names and musical sounds

distant tho i am

orange, gold, and green

firing, flaming, colors surround me

i'm always wondering where you are.

i'm always wondering where you are.

darling shouldn't i be the one

wondering after all i am the one who is gone

i'm always wondering where you are

i'm always wondering where you are

darling shouldn't i be the one

wondering after all i am the one who is gone

i'm always wondering.

i was just wondering

i was just wondering

i'm the one... who is gone

who is gone.

but, there's beautiful things that spring from these rows

with their musical names, and musical sounds

musical sounds.