Clarity in Muddied Waters

A Messianic Journey Through Pen and Peace. Writing from the Stillness Within.

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She was a phantom of delight When first she gleam’d upon my sight; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment’s ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like twilight’s, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From Maytime and the cheerful dawn; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.

Category: Stories From A Young Heart

  • Love.

    Love isn’t presents. Love isn’t gifts. Love isn’t romantic dinners, out where there’s mist. Love isn’t roses. Love isn’t things. Love isn’t a big, fat, shiny diamond ring. Love is in your heart. Something you can’t see. Love is heartfelt, the best of the best. Love is always there, it never takes a rest.

  • Life

    She had no life. She had no hope. She had no motivation. She was going down life’s slope. Until she saw that spark. That gentle glow. That spark set off. It let her know, there is a hope, waiting to be shown.

  • Waiting

    23 pairs of eyes are on the clock, watching the seconds tick by…….

  • Air

    Closing your eyes, you take your last breath no plunge into the cloudy waters…..

  • The Ocean

    It was a glorious summer day at the beach; the golden sand was warm and inviting, the sky was as blue as ever, and the water glistened like millions of diamonds on a tiara. Hundreds of people dotted the beach, some paddling in the shallows, some just lounging about in the heat of the sun.…