Grief

Grief is love with no place to go, No place but to memory, or regret. Regret of lost opportunities. Grief is love with no place to go, No place but back into what might have been or to perhaps. Perhaps grief finds a home, A home in the hope of forever after.  

Fires Burn

  Fires Burn, True hearts learn, Love shines through; hero’s! The crucible of the flames, burns the dross and clears the shame. Reality comes with the crisis, Facing choices that must be made. Second guessing comes later. In a moment our future is made. Fires Burn, True hearts learn, Love shines through it’s  flames.