Time flies like an arrow to its mark, and our quiver holds one hand full. Its like yesterday we disembarked, didn't think it would speed up at all. Time seemed still for a while, still does, till pictures bring betrayals, details, blessings, the memories God gives us, us - one unit made up of ourselves.
Relationships are like a cute little apartment suit in Montreal.
A union by design To worship and resign To Him who assigned You to this faithful grind
This is the 8th entry of a 10 parts fantasy series. Emerald: “My love, isn’t this a sentence into loneliness?” Rehema: “What else can we give her, my dear? Akaant has spoken and the signs are clear” Emerald: “As parents, why curse when we should bless?” Rehema: “The gods have spoken! ...Rest.”
And ancient tale of a co-dependant, destructive love.
Some think Jesus sends us backwards in redemption history to the Ten Words, back to Moses for growth in holiness. Erroneous! Who was it that told you this?
The moon shone in a soft glow of silver light as he made his way to the seashore. His little foot caught on a root making him stumble but he knew better than to cry out. The blood trickling down his knee made no impression on his childish face. He had a mission.
Time is ticking
We live our lives through the eyes of a story man He knows the price of this race that has caused us pain
This is the sith poem of a 10 parts fantastic story about elves, men and other magical creatures called "Festus and Ermea". The overall story has some time jump. This one takes place in the past, and chronological the second one.
