Whenever thou hast read or written,

One’s mind twas lost, at once been bitten

by winged thing in dead of night,

One’s soul consumed by infectious plight.

A fire doth burn so deep, so bright

Until at last one’s hand doth write.

Wherefore one’s mind takes thee this night

Let spirit give thine fingers flight.

Words upon page might have great power

When allowed to flow at proper hour.

Yet should same words within one’s head swirl

And escape not to page or screen unfurled

Then blockaded shall mind ever be,

Trapped emotions whirl incessantly

Beneath the moon with pale, bright heart

Increasing pain and crushing



Waterfalls of perspiration

Mine warm skin thick with condensation.

Cool air surrounds and gives elation

Unto this heart which beats

For thee, thou art mine



Act when you feel the call

Take the plunge when you feel the pull.

Do what your heart tells you

Go where the Spirit leads you.

Never give up.

Never give fear the power of your decision.

Good night


“For this reason I remind you to fan into flame the gift of God, which is in you through the laying on of hands. For the spirit God gave us does not make us timid, but gives us power, love and self-discipline. ” 2 Timothy 1:6,7