Little Big Steps
the lessons are simple, but the implications are big
How Shall I Be Inspired?
How shall I be inspired
To paint with a pen
When my mind is flooded
With so many thoughts
Reflecting on September 11, 2001 – Part 2 – Freedom from invisible walls
The dilemma is that a man with an anxious soul can never make a wall big enough to cover his imagination. …When there is an absence of God’s presence, man is vulnerable of becoming a prisoner to anything. Rather than being the master of the feeling of, “an underlying and alert anticipation of whatever could be next”, he is a slave to it.
Reflecting on September 11, 2001 – Part 1 – When a lion roars
The best way to describe my thoughts and emotions is “an underlying and alert anticipation of whatever could be next.”
The Ascending Spirit
There is a voice in the wind tonight,
I hear the echo rippling through the sky.
Oh how it settles in the depths of my soul,
A song of ancient voices drawing me home.
The Ascending Spirit
“Where The Streets Have No Name” – U2 The Ascending Spirit [2009-10-23] There is a voice in the wind tonight, I hear the echo rippling through the sky. Oh how it settles in the depths of my soul, A song of ancient voices drawing me home. There is a love ascending from the vastness of night, I feel it pulsating in all that has life. Oh how it evokes the heights of my spirit, A herald orchestra playing the opening of doors. I’ll run and not know fatigue, leap and not know bounds, Face mountains and not be
When troubles come
As rain falls, I can feel the ocean’s turbulence swelling. The imminence of an inevitable tempest upon me, how can I find shelter, surely I will be swept away.
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