dear soul you work so hard for your survival let alone your thriving. your daily attempts to let not your passions be extinguished, these dripping desires from your being that you have embodied since your initial spark. you often feel as if you lose your way in this life of fog that casts a veil...

every breath, every step ordained by you who is above all circumstances, all situations, all fear and all trouble. why oh why do i let my soul be troubled when i see before my very own eyes the streams in the wasteland forming all around me my feet standing upon dry, red cracked desert floor...

my hope is in you who rules with love an iron scepter of grace unbreakable love for all humanity how can the soul know such mysteries? will more be revealed in time or will we be forced to wander blindfolded- the blind leading the blind guess after guess at what’s true, what’s right? how can...