What Crosses My Mind

  • Winter Winds

    Cool air soaking in the forest quiet nearby we know it waits we realize our lives will need warmth, we are readily restored by a the sharp brace of winter winds makes us feel alive again. A society relies upon the changing seasons to market their lives, where else would we find ourselves planning for…

  • Listen to the Wind

      Howling like scorned wolves buried in the dead of a winter’s night, cold arctic hallowing calls. Feeding upon nature’s gifts, abundant only while eyes allow our hearts to understand our worth swept apart by God’s mighty hand of decision we beckon to the call of our own shallow vanity. ~ Listen to the wind…