#writing-inspiration

“Do all the good you can. By all the means you can. In all the ways you can. In all the places you can. At all the times you can. To all the people you can. As long as ever you can.” John Wesley Like one

Forbidding mountains, rising into gray mist. Frozen wasteland near the arctic. Slanting sunlight low in the horizon, Shadows everywhere. As a whole, it is a desolate image, And yet, There is a reflection

Our words are powerful, Our tongues are lethal weapons. Consider the damage you can do with an ill-considered, Casual (to you), offhand remark. A word said in a few Seconds Can open profound wounds in

It has begun. For obvious reasons Taking the first step is Often the most important One of all. You cannot make Any changes until you step thru That doorway. Often times, once You do, there is no turning

My Soul is a Unique Flower That God has planted and cultivated all my life Parts of it have died and shed off; Others have sickened and grown well again According to His will. I don't need anyone to tell

I'm sinking into a cavern of sleep, Silently gliding downward To the bottom. Enfolded in solitude; the quiet solitude. I'm filled with a sense of wonder and anticipation. Rest, Blessed sleep awaits me

Every day, We stand on the edge looking at a new realm of Possibilities. The past is behind us, the new day and new Rivers to cross are before us. We can be daunted, or We can enthusiastically embrace

Do you even realize, Do you have a concept of the power you hold In your hands? The power of love, in a touch, in a caress; A hand held out in compassion, sharing, giving; those are POWERFUL HANDS. Healing

The day you were born, Two things were set in motion; You began a Journey, One that lasts a lifetime. The other thing is an event, that Grows closer to you day by day. It is not in a hurry. You run on

As our minds emerge from the foggy realms of sleep, Let us embrace the new day with joy. Appreciate the beauty that surrounds you. No matter where you are; the Country side or the inner city or in some

In the years past, much of my time was spent chasing Dark pursuits, I wasted the days of my youth, thrown away, Never to be enjoyed again. Why did I do this, why not see the effects of what I did? How