Oh, how busy is my ego, that tries to pin down things That perpetually wax and wane, and come and go, to and fro. Like the flower of youth ...

Feisty young millennials all in a row Ready to challenge you blow by blow. They are sophists all and pundits too, Who can take either side, ...

My name is Bob. The word Bob is the past perfect, Present inclusive, and future uncertain form of the infinitive, "to be." I am th...

 Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, Thank you for this new day in which To serve You for Your greater honor and glory. This is the day that the L...

The past never dies, it just freezes, and it trails along behind us In the frozen river of time like the long tail of a blazing comet. It is...

Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of the Holy Spirit. They come through you but not from you, And though ...

Year after year the material desires we long for recede before us Into the future and we, with arms outstretched, chase after them. The sad ...

  My parents are no longer with us on this Earth But the echoes of their voices are locked in my heart. At night I hide from the world, sear...

The miracle of my birth is to me sufficient proof of a Creator. And so I am duty bound and determined to lead a moral life  For the greater ...

You blink and you find yourself in the November of your life. Between the blinks, your children grew up, your parents died, And many old fri...