Thursday, May 22, 2008

From the Present

The spirit is silent, it speaks though dreams at night but in the day they seem like nightmares

If the blind could see what would they first want to see?
Their own reflection or yours.

God has a plan for all of us; it’s up to you and me to carry out the strategy to perfection.

A blind man once told me he could see me. I asked how. He said; that was for him to know and me to find out. I said; I am not blind, I will never know. He said; pretend you’ve never seen me. Close your eyes and forget about my image. Now, do you still see me? I said; of course I do, my memory will not let me forget. He said; of course not, that’s why even in my blindness I’ve seen you before. And I never forget a face, even though the names have been changed to protect the innocent. You live in my memories, some of this life, some of others, some yet to be. But I’ve heard you, touched you, and tasted you. Why then would I need to ever have to see you? I said; please don’t step on me, for even though you’ve seen me , unless I make noise you’ll never know where I’m standing. He said; don’t be so sure, I don’t need to touch, or to feel you, for your soul puts out more energy than your body ever will. I said; so if I’m dead and my soul is gone, and I can not move or make noise than truly you can’t possibly see me, or know where I lay. He said; don’t be so sure, I can always smell you.

Prayer is the most powerful tool we have. Thru our faith all things are possible. In our despair, we know there are always others who care.
Often times the gentlest smile can turn the harshest frown.

When we speak, speak of the truth you have, lest you deceive yourself.

One mans fortune should not be at the sake of another’s misfortune.

My soul yearns for the day it is free of my tormented mind, broken heart, and wretched body. But, in the meantime, I’ll make due.

The only way you can ever move on, is by conquering the present.

The sins of the past are awash in waters of salvation.
The sins of the future are drowning in a sea of blood.


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