Pier Memories

I sit and listen, one ear hears music the sweet sound of two in perfect harmony, the other listens to the leaves brushing against the hard concrete as the wind carries them away. When the ear listens the mind wanders, back to a time when the night was just right, the moon out in full, lighting the vastness of the ocean, feet immersed in the cold soft sand, heart warmed by one embracing me tightly. For this I am thankful, to the One who created it all.

Moved by Compassion

You speak into my mind, touch my heart, and open my soul. You paint pictures by telling stories so that I may see that all along it was You. You were the painter, the author, the main character and the answer. You were the path, the father that felt compassion, the one who continually grieves for those that do not know. As a tear rolls down, I begin to understand, I begin to change, may this transformation continue to shape, that I may grieve the way you grieve for those whom are lost, that you desperately want found.