At first glance, you see a sitting strawberry. One more look, and you see now a pile of strawberries. After a long stare, you see a future unraveling its tranquility into the tastebuds of your very next wonderment.

The trauma that my grandmother left behind was no trauma at all. It that when she past, she left the aroma of steamed vegetables for summer, spring, the coldest winters and a simmering fall.

I figured I'd take a smell at the little things in life. This man of God, he is, nearly makes me believe that I was designed to be his wife.

Someone great once said: If a cookie crumbles, then it's because it was chocolate chip. You get life's lemons, and I get the rotten tomato thrown at vocal cords, idle performances, and homeless romantic dreams of filthy tricks, By the way, no one wise made that wisdom.

The soul in a dead flower may live, if only then there was time to run from the sun. Life can seem so purposeless until the element of breathing becomes winded and shallow. And when sorrow sneaks in, the bleak in rays may fall before the knees of the prostrating ant.

You hid your face behind my heart, now you must face my skeletons that will haunt you in close dark.

When God is in the driver seat; He's the only one sometimes to keep you from leaving it all behind.

My village is stronger when the children can play safely. Meanwhile in a frozen igloo, God is chillin’ those that can’t see past themselves.

What compares to the greatest hold that suffocates the mind into slime and seeds? Only a daring livelihood that's too jarring to squeeze.

Here's a rocking place you can go to, whenever that feeling of an old pleasuring tune turns into silence.