The boy in my dreams spoke with his eyes. He smiled with his eyes. He cried with eyes. Then, tears would slide down, the only thing he neither could control, nor wanted to. He was still a little boy. But that was all in my dream. Real or not, that was for me to decide. more »
The War Inside There’s a war inside of you That you need to fight. You need calmness restored, But there’s no peace in sight. You watch it burn you slowly, You watch, each day. If he was here now, You question, ‘Would he stay?’ Yes, God is here, God is always by your side. But, more »
‘Daniel, why do we still have that portrait up?’ Mrs Jenkins asked Mr Jenkins. ‘I have no idea, Linda. I told the men to take it down, along with the others,’ Mr Jenkins responded. He walked to the kitchen counter and poured coffee into his mug. ‘Maybe they forgot to take it down?’ I sat more »
‘That was my dream.’
‘Father, candles!’ Lord Evans yelled. ‘Everyone stand still!’ Father Jones’s voice boomed around the room. Lady Williams had dropped her candle, but she did not care. She was debating within herself. She loved her son, but there was an evil spirit inside. She could wipe away the tears and turn into an emotionless woman. Life more »