Prayer, Pathways and Second Chances

There once was a time where I knew where I was going in my life, of that I am sure. From those recently past days, I have notes and drawings and piles of self-wrought scripture, to follow without doubt as to the destination or the nature of the path I took.  Everything was crystal clear,…

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To Mourn A Dying Dream

...I was clay with eyes only to observe, no voice, moving on a conveyor belt through a crumbling factory with the word "prestigious" written on it in blue graffiti...