We learn and grow Always building on what we know

As I think therefore I amAm I more if I think more?

Coming down life's highwayAt ninety mile an hour I want to slideWith bad brakes and bald tiresInto my final parking space

Do your thoughts continue and repeat a cycle Seed, growth, bloom, and seed again

Life doesn't revolve around youIt revolves around those you love

Thankful another tomorrow greetsAs I drink from cup of time And prepare to lock the door behind meand leave it to others

When you build a house You nail down memories Paint and stain the fabric of time

There is nothing to fearFrom your reflection

Life is the night skyAll the dots of stars are happiness

Each day is always breaking out anew Aspirations swirling round what you do

subway stations...passengers who token through life

Gossip: a weed watered by wayward words.

Nowhere near the driver's seat, and I love this journey God's got me on!

Jesus wept once; possibly more than once. There are times when God asks nothing of His children except silence, patience, and tears.

I think when you write, you should call it a "writing spree." I don't write every day, and I don't write regularly.

Impatience is not the least of your faults, Malik, it is a kind of greed and someday it may see you undone.

Why don't we just get our population healthier so we don't need medical care?

My dad was quite a forbidding figure. I realise now that that was mainly because he worked so hard. He wasn't unkind, but he was a presence.

Joy may be a miser, But Sorrow's purse is free.

The obvious danger is that in some situations [denial] can lead to procrastination in seeking help or to avoidance of action that might prevent harm.

I still feel the need of some imperishable bliss.