“It’s those hands of time saving me when nothing else can.”

A flower grows where it is planted but love grows everywhere.

Mountains speak in peaks and troughs. Just like life. And just like love.

I will always have a little bit of the wild in me. Always remembering what a good heart tastes like. Like love, that never ends. Like you.

Some days I wonder how I can become more then I think of you and I grow with love.

We choose our gardens based on what will bloom, and we wait out the seasons, until they do. And sometimes, love needs patience too.

Catch my fall as my wings ignite with love and the sky and I unite.

I’ve been that children, learning to walk. Somedays I’ve fallen, and some days I’ve crawled. But the steps, they grew. And so did my strength. And then I let go of your hand.

You are the book I keep closed, for some stories are not easy to read. But flowers bloom in between like the story is still alive.

The more I branch out, the less lonely I feel. I often wonder if trees are like that, too.

She teaches me I am boundless and free. She teaches me my past does not define me.

Love me later when the sun fades into the horizon and the distance between you and I melts away.

Maybe all these tears are leading me somewhere. Because when the sun meets rain, something beautiful emerges. And perhaps I am a rainbow in the making.

Words are weighted messengers that can break when they drop but a moments pause is the harness that keeps them from falling.

Where the heart feels torn is where the blood rushes most and that’s where all the roads meet.

Like a flower, that hides from the sun and discovers it still grows and blooms, I am learning that I too, can survive the dark, without you.

There is snow on my face and wind in my hair and winter has nearly stolen me. But as I remember the words of our song then spring still owns a part of me.

If the world is to save any part of its resources for the future, it must reduce not only consumption but the number of consumers.

Strange, though I am saved from sin, I am not saved from sinning.

Higher taxes never reduce the deficit. Governments spend whatever they take in and then whatever they can get away with.

We only desperately try to save in others what we fear losing in ourselves.

The entire world shall be populous with that action which saves one soul from despair.

The U.S. should never get involved where we have no clear national interest. We should not intervene militarily in a country like Syria, where we can’t separate friend from foe and might end up arming the very people who hate us the most.

If you see yourself as a “little sinner” you will inevitably see Jesus as a “little savior”.

Christ is much more powerful to save, than Adam was to destroy.